Image viaYesterday I bought a new car. Today I'm experiencing a little buyer's remorse. Not because I don't like my new car but because I miss my old one. I spent 10 years with my old car. He was bluey-green and we called him Barnabus (or Shrekky car). The new car is red and has more safety features than you can poke a stick at but as yet it has no personality or associated memories. I'm conflicted.
I did almost 200,000 kms in Barnabus. There were lots of memorable trips including one almost non-stop trip to Canberra to rescue Tom when he decided he desperately wanted to come home for good. Tom came late to driving and I remember vividly being driven to hospital to have Isabella when Tom was still on his 'L plates'. Now that was a scary ride and of course he had to catch a taxi home after the birth because he didn't have a licenced driver to accompany him! Barnabus also helped us move house four times and has carried more theatrical costumes and props than any small car in recorded history.
The story of how I bought Barnabus has gone down in family legend. I literally went down the street one Saturday morning to buy the paper and came back with a car. And a fine car he was too. I'll miss him but his day had come. Time to make some new memories...
It's weird how cars soon become part of the family and of your life isn't it? I'm sure you'll have lots of happy memories in your new one. I wonder what you'll call him/her......red is a colour that conjures up all sorts of interesting names.....
ReplyDeleteVale Barnabus.......
ReplyDeleteHow exciting! Sweep those thoughts of buyer's remorse aside and look forward to all those new and exciting adventures you and your new car shall have together! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat's the new car called?
The car is as yet un-named but I'm sure it will reveal itself in due course.
ReplyDeleteEstelle, the car salesman assured me that my old car would be sold on not taken apart for scrap so hopefully Barnabus will live to fight another day!