That’s what I told Matt today. That’s how I felt…. that today was the end of an era. I said goodbye…. to my trusty, ol’ Volvo. And, it was harder than I thought it would be.
My dear parents gave me that Volvo when I graduated college (for the second time…. not the first time or the third time….). Dad was so generous because I was able to pick the vehicle of my choice, within reason, of course. I chose a Volvo because I thought I would and could have it for a long time. Dad had two arguments to go along with that Volvo. First, he doesn’t buy anything but American made cars. He did not want to buy a Swedish car…. it was against what he stood for. I told him I wanted that car because I would keep it for 1o years. His second argument was that I was crazy. That there was no way I would keep a car for 10 years. Well, respectfully, this has been the one and only time I’ve ever proved my Dad wrong! 🙂
That Volvo was good to me. I had it my last years in Knoxville, two years in Atlanta, and six years here in Nashville. In between my time in Knoxville and Atlanta, it took Carrie, Tony, and I across the country to live in Telluride the summer we finished grad school. All we took on that trip was our tents, mountain bikes, a cooler, and a backpack of clothes. I think we may have even slept in that car a night or two when we couldn’t or didn’t pitch our tents. It took us all, Matt included, to Sante Fe that summer chasing Panic around, and to several other destinations that summer. It’s made countless trips back and forth to Munford from everywhere I have lived, and it has carted both my kids around. Most recently, Matt inherited the car, and it took him all over TN, KY, IN, and AL for work.
The older the car got, the quirkier and more expensive it became. Eventually, it was going to be more expensive to fix it than it was worth, and then it wouldn’t pass emissions. We were only able to renew our tags because a friend “helped” us. And, we knew we weren’t going to be able to have it much longer anyway. This growing family really needs a vehicle with a 3rd row.
Before trading the car today, I had to take some last shots to remember. Matt was a good sport to drive this car for the past year and a half!
The gas tank door was pushed in (and scratched).
The antenna broke off and it was going to be very expensive to fix because something was wrong with the antenna motor. So, Matt drove around for the past year with no radio. Depending on where he was in town, he may could pick up sports talk.
The paint was peeling all over the car.
The motor played out in the switch to adjust the side mirrors (explaining why it is pointing out and to the ground).
The wheels lost the decorative plate in the middle that said Volvo, and we gave up trying to replace them long ago. It was a battle that couldn’t be won.
I don’t know what you call this, but it was peeling off as well….. the trim???
I don’t know what you call this either…. more trim?
The scars of one of the times Matt was rear-ended.
The mileage, which really wasn’t that bad.
The “check engine” and “service” lights that have been on for months keeping us from passing emissions.
The one of three rocks in the windsheild.
The headlights that we were always pushing back in because they would pop out.
And, naturally, the endless dents and scratches….
And to think that this car didn’t qualify for the “Cash for Clunkers” program!
All the problems this car had and gave us toward the end, I was still sad to see it go. When we drove off in our shiny, new-car-smell, 3rd row truck, we all waved and said “Bye, car!” to the old Volvo. You’d think we’d be glad to see it go, but that just wasn’t totally the case. As much as I love our new ride, it was a very bitter sweet moment. It’s odd in my current state the things that hit me and make me sentimental, but hopefully it will be another 10 years before we have to say good-bye to a car again.