So Long, Farewell...

"What I like, or one of the things I like, about motoring is the sense it gives one of lighting accidentally, like a voyager who touches another planet with the tip of his toe, upon scenes which would have gone on, have always gone on, will go on, unrecorded, save for this chance glimpse. Then it seems to me I am allowed to see the heart of the world uncovered for a moment."
~Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, 1927.

Ruby has been replaced. Ruby, you see, was my ride.

But she was so much more than a red metal body with two sets of wheels. She was my transportation, my therapist, my trusty little friend.

There was a time when my red car could have told you more about the events in my life than the people closest to me. She listened to long cell-phone conversations that often included fights and make-ups. She patiently drove along as I attempted to solve problems by talking aloud to myself. She would glide along country roads while I sang insanely loud and cried or celebrated the current major life event.

Dear Ruby kindly put up with me listening to my favorite songs over and over again. She was fine with the fact that I used her trunk as a storage facility and rarely cleaned it out. She was even alright with the fact that I drove her way to fast and took turns much to sharply.

Yes, she was a pretty good pal and I'm quite certain I'll miss her.

Thanks, my dear, you've been there through it all. You will be missed.

RIP, Ruby

August 2001-April 2009