“The longest journey begins with a single step, not with a turn of the ignition key.” — Edward Abbey
It was my ambition to write more often, but that has not gone over as well as expected. I was recently in an accident where my car, my little 1997 Nissan Altima, was totaled. I am fine, the car just had some front end damage, but since the hood was crushed in, the price of the repairs were almost as high as the value of the car. So I’ve been without my cute little puppy of a car for two or so weeks. Sad day.

Just look at how cute they are trying to make it to sell it back in the day. My car is even more special. I’ve lost so many hubcaps over the years (seven!) and having three different types of hubcaps for only having four wheels — that’s how bad it has gotten. I’ve lost them in State Parks, in the Regent Street neighborhood, and two other losses at other places. (I did re-capture the one I lost near Regent and Allen.)
The car holds memories. Of all of the different jobs it has helped me get to (fifteen!), of all of the different athletic practices it got me to (tennis and cross country), and all of the different cities I have lived in while driving it. I’m sad to know that my car car isn’t going to be the same after this, but I’m happy to know it’ll make a healthy recovery.
For a fleeting moment last night, I thought about going car-less. It saves on costs, the hassle of parking tickets and finding parking places, and I haven’t missed it too much thus far. But then I think of how I’ll never ever be able to listen to a homemade mix cd again through it’s crappy speakers. How I won’t have the champagne delight to dig out of a snow storm. How I won’t have a prime car to tailgate with at Brewers games. How the car that has seen me from an awkward teen to a grown adult might find a home with someone else — or even worse (and almost unthinkable) — home with multiple other cars if it is just sold for parts.
So the decision has been made — my car will remain my car. I will love it even more after getting me through this. The car drove me away from breakups. It drove me to my best friends houses. It drove me to college for the first time. It held my belongings as I drove from one side of Madison to the other. It’s been there for me more than I could’ve ever asked for. So I just hope my car and I can remain close throughout the rest of my graduate school experience. Because it’s sticking with me through that.


