In 1986 I left my job and I bought a new car. The kind of work I did came with a company car. I knew I would get another job and another company car, but until then I decided to buy a car I would keep, a convertible. The dealer tossed me the keys and told me to take a test drive. I liked the car, and bought it. I call her Beverly.
I didn’t buy air conditioning on the convertible, thinking as a young person that if it were warm I would have the top down. In 2002 I was hot all the time. Even if I drove fast with the top down I was still hot. I really needed a car with air-conditioning.
The Mini Cooper was just being introduced and I thought it adorable. I was put on a 6-8 month waiting list. I couldn’t wait. I was going through cancer treatments and my coping skills were diminished. I needed air! I found a Mini on line and bought the car over the phone. I call him Monty.
I think cars age about 5 years for every human year. My husband and I fall in love with our cars. Beverly’s value is more sentimental in her present condition than monetary. Monty has lots of miles and Mini’s aren’t known for running with hundreds of thousands of miles. We are in the talking stages of selling.
I bought my cars with so much emotion that they are hard to sell. I want to hold on to that confident young woman’s buying choice of a convertible. I want to remember my fearlessness with buying a car unseen, not test driven as my victory over cancer. I really hate that my cars are aging faster than me!
Have you ever become attached to your car? What did you do when your car became old?