There comes a time in every man’s life where they must say goodbye to their first car.
I won`t go in to some long, soppy eulogy. “The Oba” was a great car. I bought it for $350 in 2007. I only wanted it to last me 4 months, just the summer, and it lasted 3 years. Yes, it`s an ugly car, but The Oba had a great engine, and never let me down. In fact, it was such a reliable car that I used it to drive my old-roommate to the church on his wedding day.
I’ve travelled abroad a lot over the past three year. While I was gone I left it with friends, family, and even at storage facilities. It would sit for months, doing nothing, and every time I came back The Oba started up right away.
A couple months ago, while driving on the freeway to Pitt Meadows, the car started to overheat. I pulled over. Checked the radiator, there was no water. There was a busted hose; I got it fixed. Sadly, the damage was done. The head gasket was cracked, and that was that.
I thought about selling The Oba, as a parts car, but decided it wasn’t worth the hassle. Instead I donated it to CKNW’s Orphan Fund charity. All I got was a $70 tax receipt, but I think The Oba wanted it that way.
So, with that all done, I wish The Oba a good rest. It was the greatest car ever. I loved it as much as a man can love a car. Now, I will have to cherish the memories, and start taking public transit.
Rest in Peace.