I'm a little sad these days. My poor car, "Frankie" as she has come to be known, is no longer running very well. She's been sick for a long time and it's gotten to the point that she is costing more to repair, then what she is worth.... financially that is. But she worth a lot to me.....emotionally.
She was my very first car, I've been the only owner and have had her for 10 years....nothing spectacular, just a 2000 Chevrolet Cavalier. But she was mine! She meant independence and freedom, new adventures and new memories. I remember the day I drove her home from the dealership, all by myself! I had my favorite CD on in my new stereo...at the time I think it was Sarah McLachlan's "Solace", and I was driving down the highway with the biggest grin on my face with the song "Vox" loudly reverberating from the back speakers. I was such a proud momma in that moment, and I can remember it like it was yesterday.
She has been back and forth across Canada on a few different occasions and has never failed me. My mom and I came to Nova Scotia the year after I got her and we loaded her up with all the possessions of ours that she could hold and started out on the week long drive to move us from Saskatchewan to Nova Scotia. My mom, just recently ending a 20 year marriage, and me, a new high school graduate staring at a new unsure future. Months after our arrival in Nova Scotia, she would take another drive back across Canada to Saskatchewan, with my mom and dad so that they could try to work out their relationship. I got a phone call shortly after that 4 of my friends had been killed in a terrible car accident and I flew "home" to Saskatchewan. After 3 weeks of tears and sleepless nights, my mom and I headed back home to Nova Scotia in my dear Frankie. She has been in Nova Scotia ever since.
She was there when I met Jonathan, and we used her for our first dates and adventures to beaches, and long drives on the shore. We spent hours sitting in her and talking, getting to know each other, falling in love with each other. She was there the day we got married, she picked up the flowers for our bridal party, and brought my groom to our wedding location. She brought us, the honeymooners, home as a married couple for the first time. She was there as we went back and forth from my mom's place, to our new home, and helped transport renovation supplies, and later on, our possessions as we moved into our new home.
A couple of years went by, and she was the one to take us back and forth to Dr.'s appts. and after 9 1/2 long months, she brought home our first born son. Two years later, she would do it all over again as we welcomed home our second son.
Age started taking it's toll on her, as well as the salty roads and salty ocean air. Rainy days were not friendly to her and the cold and dampness of the winters chilled her to her bones as much as it did us. She has a bad case of the "rusties", and has had brake work and transmission work done several times.
I feel like I'm betraying her and failing her by buying a new vehicle, but I know that we need something more reliable, to handle my growing boys and make us feel safe. She's been a great member of the family, but it's time to say good-bye to her.
I'm gonna miss her! :(