Last Friday, when leaving Ted Drewe’s, I was the victim of a hit and run. If you aren’t too familiar with St. Louis dining, Ted Drewe’s is an outdoor custard shop. Back to the story. I was at a red light when another vehicle hit me from behind, pushing me into the intersection. To avoid being hit by cross traffic, I immediately accelerated out of the intersection. Then I pulled over, turned on my hazard lights, and looked around. Whoever had hit me was long gone.
A few days later, I found out that my car was being called a “total loss.” This means that my first car, my friend and companion, is not worth 5,413.32 to the insurance company. That number, by the way, is what it would cost to fix my poor little car.
So I feel at this point, it is appropriate to say a few words about my car. My car was a 2003 Pontiac Sunfire, shiny blue. My parents gave her to me when I was 17, and she was my ticket to freedom. No more being dropped off by Mommy, no more walking two miles to work everyday. She went to college with me. She came to law school with me. She went to Oklahoma with me. She just went to DC for spring break with me. And now she is gone. Jonathan went by the dealership and cleaned out all of my stuff yesterday while I was in class.
And yes, she was falling apart way too young. I will keep my rant on GM cars to myself. We had to replace the electric system, the brakes, the tires, and the fuel pump all in the last two years. She didn’t even have 60,000 miles.
But she was my first car. A precious gift from my parents. No other car I test drive feels just right. No other car has the exact dimensions that are perfect for me. I know where all the radio buttons are without looking. I know where the cup holder is, how to adjust the air. Alas, it is the end of an era.
It is finally time to be an adult. Jonathan and I are buying a car together for the first time. We are looking at very sexy, stylish… station wagons?
We test drove a Hyundai Elantra Touring. It would be perfect for our roadtrips, or moving small furniture, or carting around little kids in a few years. I was explaining to Jonathan that the Hyundai Elantra Touring does not give you that exciting feeling that sports cars or something like that give you. We also drove the new Hyundai Sonata. Now that is a car that has that ‘nice car’ feeling. I compared it to dating. When you first start seeing someone, every time you hold hands makes your heart pound and you feel a little giddy. Now that I’m married, holding Jonathan’s hand feels safe, comfortable, and loving. The Hyundai Elantra Touring gives you the second feeling. And honestly, that is quite alright by me.
We don’t have a number from the insurance company on our pay out yet, so we aren’t making any decisions. But a new Elantra Touring might just be in our future.