The Long Life and Sad
My First Car
These are the sad images of what happened
to my first car. This one
is what my first view of my car looked like in daylight. I had only
seen this on the rain driven and headlight drenched nighttime highway at
the time of the accident. This was the first I had seen of my vehicle
since then. A sad sight.
a bit around my car to its front, I took this shot. I measured the
depth of how far the bumper was pushed in on the left front side.
I think it was something like a foot or so. The engine was popped
from its mountings and the battery either crushed or disconnected.
I know that because everything went out as soon as we collided. The
crumple zones designed into this car worked as intended. The passenger
compartment was not affected at all. Even the windshield remained
intact. That is not just "farfegnugen" but rather good design.
though, it was sad to look at. I removed the stereo, took the speakers
which I had only installed a month prior, and cleared out everything else
that was mine. I made sure to take the plates off after taking
this picture. You'll notice that the VW emblem is missing from
the front grille. It should be where that black circular opening
is just above the license plate. Surprisingly the emblem had remained
intact despite the impact. It was loose enough that I was able
to pry it off without any further damage. The emblem now graces
part of a wall in my home. Macabre? Perhaps but I think it
looks pretty cool as a piece of "industrial art."
After packing away everything that was mine,
I turned for one last time to look at my machine. I had driven that
car for all my time in California to date. It was MY car. All
paid for and all mine. I had been over every inch of that car and
had sweated quite a bit to keep it going, and go it had. At the time
I was driving a Buick Skylark that I had borrowed from a friend.
The difference between those two machines could not be more striking.
I really missed the qualities of this car. Whatever its problems,
and problems it did have, it was MY car. Even the way the finish
had begun to fade, and the rust ate through the windshield frame all lent
it an air of individuality.
last picture is what my car looked like the last time I ever saw it.
Stripped of everything that made it mine, including its license plates,
it now looked like the dead machine it was. I have since learned
that the title was transferred over to a salvage company up in LA.
By now I don't think there is even scrap left of my machine. All
long and gone. My dead car.
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This Page Was Last Updated
On: 27 February 2003