Much like a bread-maker protecting its cargo in its final moments, Kate’s former ride protected me in its. Last week while driving to work, someone drove into the back of the car, putting an end to the Sentra’s near decade-long run with us.
I was uninjured, luckily enough, and we have spare cars around, so things could have been way worse. Still a drag to have a working vehicle taken out of service like that, though.
Its certainly sad to see the car go, it’s been through a lot with us. When Kate first got it (while still at school in Newport), she did not tell me. When I came down to visit her, she walked me by it where it was parked and asked me if I liked the way it looked. I said I did, and then she said lets take it for a ride! I was about to shout car thief! and run, but when she produced the keys I held back.
The Sentra was also the car we packed up and moved to NC with, the car I drove Kate to the hospital in for Ted’s big day, and the car we drove him home in when he still had his own new car smell.
As much as cars are mostly devices that move us about, they’re also markers for spans within a life. I know when I think about the past, I usually think of either the car my folks had at the time, or the car I was driving around it.
Here’s a pic of the Sentra in shinier days.
A nice testimony. Your father measures ALL history in cars, his parents, his, ours, our children’s. Ted, being the son and granson of car guys, will appreciate your preserving photos of his first few rides in his Mama’s car.
can’t wait to squeeze all~y’all xxoo
That car certainly held many adventures for Kate and you! Good car. Glad it saved you!
Yikes, they really did do a number on it!
Thanks for the computer help enjoyed the visit.
PS I forgot to ask where the cat food will be…and the cats. Send an email!
Sad about the car – glad Pat was ok though!
But now it is time for more pictures of “cute baby”, please. :)