Photo by Matias Troncoso
I'll be pulling favors this week and finding out how much you all love me. On my first independent road trip to Richmond, about 10 miles outside the city, I found myself stuck on the side of 95 with a blackberry on low battery and a smoking engine. After many phone calls between me, my brother, my father, the VW dealership, my mother and then my father again, I got the tragic diagnostic. The car = donezo. Cannot even be sold to VW for scrap metal. It's just a very large, very expensive ornament. Though I appreciate the car that got me over my fear of driving and am impressed it even survived the blizzards, I have no remorse letting it go. It was a liability, not an asset. (I believe my exact words to the mechanic when he asked if I wanted to say goodbye to the car were "There's only one finger I'd like to give this car right now and it's not a thumbs up") I'm looking forward to a new car, preferably one that can get me from point A to point B without stopping at point C, the mechanic.
Till then, anyone want to give me a ride?
