( – promoted by mooncat)
My little car is a 1997 Chevy Cavalier ragtop, and I love it! It’s survived my benign neglect over the years, has almost 130,000 miles, and still gets where I need to go. I’ve put the top down while it snowed and hauled my 12 foot Christmas trees, waiving as folks laughed and made photos. And I have covered it with bumper stickers that define me.
People who don’t know me, know who I am and for what I stand. From “Keep Abortion Legal”, “Barack the White House”, “Got Hope”, “Support the Troops”, “Rebuild New Orleans”, “Stop the War”, Calvin peeing on the W, the big peace sign, and the big “D”, “Republican Health Care – Don’t Get Sick” ‘I’m a Yellow Dog”, “VOTE!”and “Searching For My Lost Shaker of Salt”, see my car and you know who I am. I’ve fotten lots of thumbs up, a lot of honked horns, and I’ll never forget the big pick-up with a Bush-Cheney sticker who “stalked” me thru several red light, finally pulling up next to me to yell, “You were right! F*ck Bush! F*ck Bush!” An unhappy former Bushie who knew he’d find agreement from me.
Now the time has come – the little car is struggling, uses more engine coolant than gasoline, no radio, no AC, and the “check engine” light runs intermittently, blinking, solid, for 10 seconds, for 3 days; it’s time to get a new ride. It took all of five plus hours to wash the car and remove the bumper stickers. Some gave up easily, some needed a razor blade, and some outlasted me. There’s still a faded red, white and blue USA and a Margaritaville – New Orleans centered on the back, neither of which would wash, scrape, scrub or razor off. Maybe that’s appropriate – I’m still on the car!
I’m sure the dealers will make some repairs and my little convertible will once again run the roads. I hope so; in the meantime, I’m collecting more bumper stickers!