Last night, the only car I've ever known drove away, quite literally, into the sunset.When we decided to purchase a new car, I knew the day would come when I would have to say goodbye to the Silver Bullet, I just don't think I was really ready for it.
I couldn't even watch it happen.
Lane handled the entire transaction. I never even met the people who purchased the Silver Bullet. I don't think I would ever have deemed anyone worthy enough.
It's done now and there is a void in front of our home where the Silver Bullet used to sit.
The Silver Bullet was the first and only car I ever drove. It was purchased new, for my mother, so that I might drive her old truck for my job, which required me to make errands to courthouses and grocery stores.
But 5 days into driving the Civic (so it was called in those days), she missed her truck and switched cars with me.
And thus, the Silver Bullet was born.
Handing over the keys, my mom reminded me that I was a very lucky girl. And I quite agree with her.
There are a lot of memories from the Silver Bullet: The way it cornered like a dream; its uncanny ability to beat anyone off a line (that was the car, not me); countless hours spent driving around (read: stalking) looking at boys (for others, never myself); innumerable trips to (everyday) lunch with BFF Kallee; the uncanny way the Silver Bullet brought a smile (read: pout) to the face of every firefighter, paramedic, and police officer in Southern Utah as I pulled up to report on some incident. But I could go on forever over my car's virtues.
So I shall tell you of the three Lane and I were most sad about:
- Lane first held my hand in the Bullet;
- Sitting on the hood of the Silver Bullet, watching a sunset with my love, he knelt down on one knee and asked me to marry him;
- Our baby girl came home from the hospital (an hour drive) in the Silver Bullet.
4 comments:
I will never forget the 4 hours I was in the Silver Bullet on St. Patty's Day - on FRIDAY afternoon - in LA traffic driving from Malibu to Huntington Beach. The bullet will be missed.
I know this is poor form to put in the same comment section, but can we discuss the pilot? I am looking for a family car too and the pilot is on my radar.
RIP silver bullet......at least you have wonderful memories to hold onto. It was a good and faithful car that never let you down. We had many a cousin dates in that car. Ah, the good old days......we are getting old. :o)
I'm so glad I'm not the only one with emotional attachment to things like cars. We sold Derek's Blazer recently and I felt the same way. It'll be even harder one day when I have to get rid of my own first car -- also a Civic.
It's the end of an era. I too feel oddly nostalgic about that spunky little car. RIP, Silver Bullet.
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