{"id":2497,"date":"2019-07-15T07:14:53","date_gmt":"2019-07-15T11:14:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=2497"},"modified":"2019-07-15T08:35:19","modified_gmt":"2019-07-15T12:35:19","slug":"loving-and-losing-a-car","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/loving-and-losing-a-car\/","title":{"rendered":"Loving and Losing a Car"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>Falling in love or forming any strong emotional attachments was not going to happen after my daughter died. No more grieving for me, I thought. But last week, losing my car, I cried like I was losing my best friend. A friend who had faithfully protected me with its life, to the bitter end.<\/span><\/p>\n

On the way to Boston for the weekend, passing a slow-moving vehicle on a busy highway, I pulled left into the middle lane and discovered a huge truck tire lying in my path. There was no way to avoid it. My beautiful Prius crashed into it with a great thud. This is the end, I told myself upon impact. But the car somehow plowed through the tire. I kept driving. There was no way to pull over or stop so I continued on, shaken but unharmed. The Prius, who I\u2019d long ago named Peeje after a beloved pigeon, got me to my destination and days later, back home to Ithaca, New York. And after the weekend, checking out the damage, I learned I\u2019d smashed the car\u2019s sub-frame, under-panels, radiator, and every single part of her belly.<\/span>
\n\u201cCall your insurance company, this is going to cost you…\u201d the mechanic told me.<\/span><\/p>\n

With visions of skyrocketing premiums, big bucks for major repairs, and weeks of car rentals, I took my Peeje to the Toyota Dealership where they offered me a small trade-in towards a new Prius, and I accepted it. Immediately. Gratefully.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then suddenly, I had tears in my eyes and was stroking Peeje\u2019s hood with both hands. There I was, once more grieving the loss of a familiar, comfortable, beloved part of my life. We had a lot of history, Peeje and I. When she was still new we got lost together exploring October Mountain in the Berkshires. Many a snowstorm we\u2019d slowly inched up the long hill to my house, both of us willing her little engine to keep chugging. This was the car that carried elderly loved ones (now gone) with wheelchairs and walkers to fancy restaurants. She carried me through dark empty streets to retrieve friends who\u2019d drunk too much. \u201cThanks, Peeje,\u201d I\u2019d say every time she got me home safely.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re gonna have a whole new re-built life,\u201d I sobbed to my Peeje, driving her home one last time, to empty out the six-year accumulation of stuff in every corner of her. I wondered, after all I\u2019ve been though, why I was carrying on so about loving and losing a car. But I gently dusted off her seats and lovingly packed her snow tires into her trunk. And let her go.<\/span><\/p>\n

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How on earth does one end up loving a car or a house or something that doesn\u2019t even have eyes or a heart?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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