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04:21:2002 Entry: "Goodbye, little Monza"
Goodbye, little Monza
Today we said goodbye to an old friend, our 1977 Chevy Monza--or at least Stan said goodbye to it, I forgot and didn't remember until we drove off, which sort of left me feeling like I betrayed it. I bought it in 1985. It was in excellent condition and was the closest thing I could find to something Batmobilish. It made the long trip out to Wisconsin from Colorado, and most recently has been the car Stan used to commute in. In recent years I didn't like driving it; I felt safer in the van, as drivers like to dis low-to-the-ground cars more. Throughout the time I owned it, I had various people asking me if I wanted to sell it, naturally when I had no intention of selling it. It was sort of a car buff's car, with an 8 cylinder engine, all black interior and exterior. I didn't intentionally get a sporty car...it just happened. We did try to sell it in the late '90s after Stan inherited a car when his dad died, but to no avail--the Monza really needed a collector's forum showcase instead of ads in newspapers. And although three cars has come in handy at times when both of the other cars have been dead or being repaired, we really don't need three and find the constant "car shuffling" in our two-car parking space in back to be quite tedius. So we decided to donate it to a place called "Rawhide," specifically, "Rawhide Boy's Ranch" a place where wayward Wisconsin youths can go to learn things like car repair. Today we took the Monza to a local used car dealership that holds cars for Rawhide. We arrived at approximately 1pm, but the sign on the door said "Closed." I thought this odd; Stan had called before we took it over to check when we could deliver it. But they weren't closed. They were just dorks. When I mentioned that their sign said "Closed," one of the guys said "Oh, no wonder we didn't have any customers all day." In the background I could hear someone playing "Bejeweled" on their computer (ping! ping!). I was just rolling my eyes. This is what these guys do all day, forget to put up the "Open" sign, listen to bad schlock and roll radio stations, gab on the phone with their buds about going out to bars after work, and play computer games. It was so Beavis and Butthead Get Their First Real Job. After all the paperwork was filled out, I got out of there as soon as possible. In my haste, I forgot to say goodbye to my loyal car, my Batmobile, And now I feel bad.
3 Comments
Wow! I know how hard saying goodbye to a damned good car can be! I had a 1984 Buick Skylark with over 200,000 miles on it! The body was rusting away to nothing, but that engine still purred! I cried when I traded it in on a new car in 1995. Now here I am considering a new car again, but this one has been so good to me!! Makes you feel like a traitor! :o(
Posted by Maria @ 02/27/2002 10:05 PM CST
My condolences on the passing of your car. I had a tiny little Mazda GLC--it was old but in excellent shape . . . until I got broadsided by a taxi. The insurance refused to have it fixed. I loved that car! It took me everywhere I wanted to go on practically no gas.
Posted by ali @ 03/02/2002 12:25 AM CST
man...a batmobile!!!! well, form a non driver, i feel for ya my dear.
((( hugs )))
Say, get on the red batphone, and ask the commish to get ya a new one.:)
Posted by Lori @ 03/02/2002 10:33 PM CST