It happens to everybody’s car someday. Well, unless you are Jay Leno, Bruce Wayne or the owner of a James Bond museum, your car will have to possibly be destroyed. Perhaps “destroyed” is a bit too harsh. Let’s try, “let go.” And by let go, I mean, letting all of its parts go to separate places or junkyards.
That’s what I think will happen to Sam. I’m not sure. And as insensitive as it seems, I could care less. I’m surely grateful for all the journeys we’ve had together, and I thank God even today that it’s lasted me this long. But I and Sam both knew it wouldn’t last forever since God does indoob have something better in store for me.
As many (or few) of you have noticed, the poll is gone already. Don’t worry about the results, no one voted. I’m still working on building the traffic back up since I moved. I rather not say what Sam’s replacement will be at this time. I’m not going for the surprise effect; it’s just that I’m unsure at this point. I am 90% sure what I want but I’m not 100% sure that’s what I’ll get. But rest assured I will get something. So I won’t say much about what the new vehicle is until I’ve got keys. Perhaps this will be the first picture posted at this new location? We’ll see. I’ll also need to think of a name.
As for Sam, we will say our good byes and take our last ride. I doubt we’ll travel anywhere far. I’ve purposely been avoiding taking long trips with it. I know Sam can handle it, but there’s something about pushing your luck and I’ve had too many scares already. I rather not take my chances.
Again, I can’t clearly explain what Sam’s defect is other than being somewhat defective some time after I bought it. Apparently I happened to get the only Altima that had problems, from no heat to head gasket issues to the missing bumper. Okay, the bumper was my fault…
I got into a bit of an accident two months after getting car. Then for about a year or so, the bumper (which was half off the hinges and held together by yarn, twine, and eventually a strong piece of plastic) flew off while I was cruising down the highway. And when I mean “flew”, I mean airborne. I saw my former bumper in my rear view mirror flying high in the sky. At the time, I thought I lost a tire. On my trip, I saw many ominous signs and discarded busted tires on the side of the road. My tires were balding at that point too, so naturally I thought “Oh no, my tire!” But I didn’t find out it wasn’t my tire that was missing until after I reached my destination, which was less than a mile away at the time (which is why I didn’t pull over… especially since I was in the fast lane).
I’m terrified to think what happened to it and who it might’ve hit if it hit anyone. I guess nothing happened, nothing I could tell anyway, since I hopped a ride with someone and drove the opposite direction and didn’t see any 10-car pile-ups. I thought I saw a car on the side of the road with a larger bumperish looking thing lodged underneath… but that could’ve been my imagination since we were driving to fast to really detail it.
So if Sam ends up in car heaven, it should be reunited with its hindquarters. It should also ride smoothly and quietly, and be able blow both hot and cold air. The various dents brought on by many dark and sometimes super cold night at the Mart’s parking lots will be gone. The mysterious crack in the windshield from who knows where will also vanish. And the disappearance of the backing piece to the passenger side mirror will be restored.
Sam, you’ve been a great car. You probably won’t rest in peace, but may you rest in pieces. I think cars are automatically “organ donors” when they die, right?