Car_Barn_Bandit
02-17-2016, 11:43 AM
She's gone.
The little Japanese made unibody hatchback that I worked so hard to import from Canada, is gone. I went out to move her before I left for the rest of the week on a work assignment, and she was missing. A few phone calls later I learned that someone had called her in for blocking a driveway on a business that is no longer a driveway and had her impounded.
The towing company charged me two days of storage plus after-hours on a tow that happened less than 24 hours ago. I paid the fee with what was left in my bank, and then he apologized and said that he forgot to tell me there were additional fees.
Now I wait until morning to decide what to do, when I need to leave for Laughlin Nevada in a few hours for work. I'll try and catch some sleep.
I am heartbroken. I know in my heart of hearts, that given her condition, her current status, that she isn't worth much more than what all these fees will cost. I have been preparing to let go, but have been planning a much more spectacular send-off. Last week, she was broken into, and gutted while on a job downtown.
It was her time.
I don't think I've ever loved a car more in my entire life. To champion the cross-country trek fully laden with belongings five times without rejection. To clock 328,000 miles without hesitation on a 25 year old chassis. She took me to more amazing places than any vehicle ever has. She's been parked in both Manhattan and Santa Monica within the same year. She deserved to be retired back in Canada on the Ogopogo.
Now I sit with a quiet sadness realizing that my friend has been stolen without my permission. That tomorrow I will decide to abandon my chariot and move forward with a new adventure. Tomorrow I'll say goodbye.
The little Japanese made unibody hatchback that I worked so hard to import from Canada, is gone. I went out to move her before I left for the rest of the week on a work assignment, and she was missing. A few phone calls later I learned that someone had called her in for blocking a driveway on a business that is no longer a driveway and had her impounded.
The towing company charged me two days of storage plus after-hours on a tow that happened less than 24 hours ago. I paid the fee with what was left in my bank, and then he apologized and said that he forgot to tell me there were additional fees.
Now I wait until morning to decide what to do, when I need to leave for Laughlin Nevada in a few hours for work. I'll try and catch some sleep.
I am heartbroken. I know in my heart of hearts, that given her condition, her current status, that she isn't worth much more than what all these fees will cost. I have been preparing to let go, but have been planning a much more spectacular send-off. Last week, she was broken into, and gutted while on a job downtown.
It was her time.
I don't think I've ever loved a car more in my entire life. To champion the cross-country trek fully laden with belongings five times without rejection. To clock 328,000 miles without hesitation on a 25 year old chassis. She took me to more amazing places than any vehicle ever has. She's been parked in both Manhattan and Santa Monica within the same year. She deserved to be retired back in Canada on the Ogopogo.
Now I sit with a quiet sadness realizing that my friend has been stolen without my permission. That tomorrow I will decide to abandon my chariot and move forward with a new adventure. Tomorrow I'll say goodbye.