Friday, July 07, 2006

R.I.P. L.R.S.

yes, the time has come and gone -- the little red sled is no more. this weekend, after much forceful haggling on casey's behalf and unprofessional salesmanship on the dealership side, we traded the old girl in for a 2006 four-door honda civic lx. it's got air conditioning, folks. it doesn't smell like twelve years of body odor has seeped into the upholstery. the cupholders actually work. the speakers aren't shot. it doesn't look like i played crash derby with it, either. it's a scrumptious shade of metallic taupe and it's fabulous.

leaving my girl on clark street downtown was bittersweet. she's been there for me on long, hot, cow-ass infused drives through the rurals of iowa. she's been my reliable steed as i made five changes of residence, cats meowing, puking, shedding and shitting. in winter, she's kept me warm and safe, gliding effortlessly across the midwestern tundra. she has quite a fan base -- friends of mine from minnesota to memphis, from kansas city to connecticut will mourn her passing.

as we drove away towards lake shore drive, i instantly conjured up the end of "so long, farewell" from the sound of music as the youngest von trapp softly sings, "goodbye... goodbye... goodbyyyye..."

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