2005. manual. Hyundai. 115,000 miles (I added 70,000 of them). Faithful.
And then wrecked her in a "reckless driving" incident (so says the policeman) on I-81 with my friend Abby. I'm alive and still won't quite know how I did it because wrecks just happen like that. If I'd had it my way, I'd have wrecked her on I-95 where she'd collected so many good miles but she had to die sometime, right? I mean, at least I got to say goodbye.
What's so special about a tiny manual car that smells like mildew because you spilled coffee in it 500x? What's so special about a car that obnoxiously is a two-door and confuses back-seater passengers every time they wanna get in and out? What's so special about a manual that's CD player broke 2 days after acquiring it? What's so special about a car that forces you to use two hands all the time and has no cruise control? What's so special about Anita?
I guess it was the first time I drove to an abortion clinic to pray. I got to drive and not bike and it was such a huge blessing. I guess it was the time I drove Chloe to see an ultrasound of her baby from said clinic. I guess it was the time that my friend Gina bailed me out when Anita got towed and I saw what true friendship really is. I guess it was that time I drove from Roanoke to Virginia beach to run a big marathon with my friend Ehrin. I guess it's all those rides to church I was able to give underclassmen. I guess it was the trips home to see mom and dad in Orlando and coming back to college with Anita loaded to the brim with free groceries. I guess it was that time Katelyn and I hit a squirrel on our way out from Payne's Prairie. I guess it was that first time I drove myself to Publix and bought milk and didn't have to bike with it home. I guess it was that time I drove all the way to Pennsylvania up I-95 to spend a summer in the woods...
70,000 miles. Just me and car. Anita enabled.
What's so special about a hunk of metal? I guess it's what we choose to do with it.
Life goes on, God provides, we keep running, but there's just something special about inanimate objects that change our lives.
|Look, it's Anita, Emma, and I right before my triathlon|
|In May 2012, the love bugs were unkind to poor Anita on our Florida road trip|
|Anita got us to the beach and back. Joy.|