| on the 27th of october in the year of 2004, a 2000 acura 3.2tl was handed down to me from my mother. when i recieved it, this luxury car had a scratch, ding, or dent in every corner of the car, giving her the character that she lacked. the exterior was a champagne gold, with a spoiler and stock HIDs. the windows were not tinted heavily, but just enough that when i cut someone off, i could easily avoid eye contact. the interior was worn down by me and my passengers. in one year, the tan leather had been sat, stepped, and vomited on (thanks to an a.vernon). the steering wheel had audio and cruise controls, but my favorite feature was the GPS system. with it, we could fearlessly turn onto any street during L rides. we'd end up in towns we'd never heard of and a lot of the times, in asbury (where we now know is somewhere that barlow cannot drive). after the first few rides, whoever was driving my car for that half hour knew they didn't have to ask where they should go. "anywhere you want" and that was the way it was. it aided in road trips to any place in the nation. occasionally, it would take us in circles. that's when i had to park and restart the car. oh, and the windshield wipers sucked ass. but faults and all, i will always love my first car.
it was in her that i learned how to drive. it was only in her that i could drive home after realizing that i was fucked up out of my mind. she kept me safe and endured every adventure and journey that i put her through. she had seen most of NJ, some of NY, a little of PA, and various other places. she was schedueled for a trip to denver and also california, which she can no longer make. it was in her that i've been pulled over five times and got a ticket for going 25 over on the PARKWAY. it was in her that i reached 118 mph on the LIE and her, who had the life scraped out of her front bumper due to steep driveways. and it was her that eva drove 16 miles after the gas light had come on while driving us from MA to CT. i stopped her on a bridge once so barlow and i could pick up a narsty sheet that was in the middle of the road. she zoomed through the sea of yellow on new york city streets. and it was her, not i, that burned other cars when the light turned green. the floor mats were stained with water, soda, ice tea, and vodka. in the cracks of the seats, at least a g could be found. we pregamed in her, we hotboxed in her, we rolled in her... we rocked out in her.
she'd been through a lot:
the day after i attained my license, i was pulled over. the next day, i completely ruined tiff's back bumper. and on the third day, i reversed straight over will's mailbox. i've driven her into multiple cars. never moving cars; only stopped and parked cars... but mostly parked cars. i slammed her into a stone pillar at the end of a driveway on one of my deliveries and drove back two miles on the rim to king wok. if it wasn't for her, i still wouldn't know how to change a flat tire. the HIDs were popped and stolen at rutgers, and still... she went on.
in october of 2005 is when she was really put to good use. it was soon thereafter, i named her. after a year of careful consideration and meeting askin, edna, and becoming harry, i couldn't think of a better name. edna (askin) surfaced the most times in edna (the car) than any other, and it only seemed appropriate. if it wasn't for edna (the car), i would not have learned how to drive so well when i became harry.
she was fine. and she made the world and everything in it fine.
december 10, 2005 was a sad saturday morning.
your heat kept me warm.
your seatbelt kept me safe.
your airbags exploded in my face in slow motion.
thanks.
so, RIP EDNA...
and i'm sorry i never changed your oil.
you were my champagne supernova.
i left the comment option open this time...
so whoever wants can say their goodbye. |
