After many years we finally traded our old car in for a new one. With major repairs looming and too many miles it was a choice that had to be made. So we signed the papers and went to clean out the contents of the car. There really wasn’t too much to remove. Just the usual stuff. A road atlas because we are still old enough to actually use real maps. Napkins, the car manual and odds and ends from the glovebox. Jumper cables, a Kleenex box and recharging cords. All easily tucked into two bags. And it was time to shut the door for the last time.
I’m not usually too sentimental about parting with a vehicle. What I drive is more a matter of practicality than a statement of status or good taste to me. Just get me from point A to point B safely. But this car and I had really seen some good times. Going back and forth to several jobs. Traveling across country to visit kids, their spouses and new homes. Three coming of age trips with the oldest grandchildren. And even some spontaneous jaunts with my spouse now that we have more freedom and time together. We have always given a name to all of the cars that we have owned together. And this one, due to it’s color, was the Golden Nugget. And I suddenly felt very sad about having to part.
It wasn’t about leaving the metal and plastic components of the car. It was more about leaving a certain time period behind. A span of years that has been very kind to me. I realized that the car wasn’t the true Golden Nugget. The treasures were the moments behind the wheel and the time sitting looking out from the passenger seat. And I can take those nuggets with me no matter what vehicle I have.
I’m not usually too sentimental about parting with a vehicle. What I drive is more a matter of practicality than a statement of status or good taste to me. Just get me from point A to point B safely. But this car and I had really seen some good times. Going back and forth to several jobs. Traveling across country to visit kids, their spouses and new homes. Three coming of age trips with the oldest grandchildren. And even some spontaneous jaunts with my spouse now that we have more freedom and time together. We have always given a name to all of the cars that we have owned together. And this one, due to it’s color, was the Golden Nugget. And I suddenly felt very sad about having to part.
It wasn’t about leaving the metal and plastic components of the car. It was more about leaving a certain time period behind. A span of years that has been very kind to me. I realized that the car wasn’t the true Golden Nugget. The treasures were the moments behind the wheel and the time sitting looking out from the passenger seat. And I can take those nuggets with me no matter what vehicle I have.
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