Ode to a Cavalier

Mine was red, but you get the picture. We drove it, today, to a junk yard. As the man "forgot his checkbook," we are only hoping for a hundred dollars in the mail. Ah, well.

Let's see: the car was a graduation gift. My sister and I drove it jet lagged to Texas immediately upon our return from Europe the summer I got it. I nursed it through various maladies, such as a crusty catalytic converter, a new flywheel, replacing the freeze plugs (that included about a thousand trips to the auto parts place, trying to find ones of the correct size), to name really only a few of the things that went wrong with it.


On that car, I learned how to check oil, replace headlights, and replace fuses--the grand total of all my mad car skills (boys dig car skills). I never crashed it. That is the first car that holds that distinction.

But boy, I will miss it--listening to the radio way up loud by myself and feeling like a very independent woman/race car driver.