“She told me in the
morning she don’t feel the same about me in her bones…”
If cars could talk..
“Hi, my name is Bruce.
I am supposedly named after Bruce Wayne a.k.a Batman. A superhero I am not, but
don’t tell my owner that. She seems to think I am as good as any Batmobile ever
constructed. I remember the first time she spotted me at the car lot in
Middletown, New York. She knew I was the one and my engine revved a little
quicker at the thought of driving home with her. After our test drive together,
I overheard her tell the salesman she could pick me up the next day. It still
baffles me that she selected me over the other models. I had been a “loaner” my
while three years so what did I know about love at first drive?
Our first year in
Goshen was special. She took me everywhere, and took good care of me too. I was
a little concerned about the way she handled me, especially at night. She never
wore her glasses and I was scared for my life a time or two. I had heard
stories from friends about crashes and wrecks, and wanted no part of that
lifestyle. It was bad enough we had to ride through Hurricane Irene together. I
did my best to stay on the road and above the water. And then there was the
time she not-so-brilliantly decided to drive to work in an ice storm. She must
have been nervous because she turned around and landed in a ditch. My wheels
were too weak to escape the slick black ice. I didn’t leave her stranded
though. I eventually pulled her out of there, but she had to keep stepping on
my brakes and accelerator. I thought for sure I was going to need outside
assistance.
One time, I hit a deer
on Goshen Turnpike. I hear this isn’t so rare for cars driving in that area. The
deer survived. Our trips to New Paltz were also intriguing. She would sit
inside me and study if we arrived early. A stranger tried to get in me one
night after her late class. She was so bold and forward, approaching him and
declaring to him that this was HER car. I was so proud, but also kept thinking
to myself how silly for a girl to approach a man trying to open her car door.
It turned out to be an honest mistake by another tired student.
Yep, we had some great
memories. I have taken her on trips and job interviews. Sometimes she would
pray and a time or two, I even heard her crying. She kept a box of tissues in
my back seat for these occasions. A few years back, she informed me she was
moving to Texas. I was up for the trip, until I realized we would not be taking
the drive together. She dropped me off with a car transport company and
accidentally left a can of hair mousse in my back seat. Hair mousse? In Texas
heat? What was she thinking? I know she thought the can would explode, blow out
my windows and leave fresh smelling white mousse all over the backseat. I surprised
her though by being my reliable self. It did earn me the nickname “Moosie
Brucie” from my peers. I never will live that one down. Austin, Texas has been
my home the past two years and it’s a little extreme for my black exterior. I
am started to fade and rust. The friends she allows to see me have started
making comments.
My owner has had some
interesting guests ride along. Her sister is always a good one because she is
sarcastic with me. I think she secretly adores me though. She has this guy she
really likes now too. He sings all the songs I play, so he’s okay in my book.
He always tells her to “drive safe” and occasionally carries items to my trunk
for her. My backseat has been neglected. She will often throw her purse back
there, but the last few people to ride in the back were children. My back doors
are a bit hard to open at times, so I think my owner discourages anyone from
riding there. Her parents are pretty cool. They drive a Nissan too, my older
brother the Murano.
I guess when you get
older, louder and start leaking exhaust, it’s time to be traded in. The only owner
I ever knew is about ready to say goodbye to me for a newer version. I hope he
knows and appreciates what he has in her. She drove me crazy at times, but I
kept her safe and warm. What more could a girl want? Maybe I am her superhero,
or perhaps she gave me more credit than I had due.
Sincerely,
Bruce”
“The story of my life,
I take her home, I drive all night to keep her warm…and time is frozen”
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