Thursday, 24 May 2012
Casually Sat Glueing My Car Back Together...
I haven't always been interested in cars. Until I passed my test, and now I love em. My first was a 1986 Nissan Micra, which I hated with a passion so I replaced it with a 2004 Vauxhall Corsa... Which had one issue after another, so I sold it on ebay. Then Came a 1999 Ford Mondeo which died a miserable death and I then went all out and bought a 2001 Vauxhall Vectra... But not any Vectra, this was a 2.2 SRI Irmscher. I blummin loved it! I had suddenly become proud of my car and didn't mind being seen driving it! It opened a whole new world to me. Driving wasn't just a function I performed, it was now fun!
Then disaster struck. My marriage broke down and I could no longer afford to keep the car, so it had to go :-(
It soon became apparent that living 40 miles away from work and a journey consisting of 2 buses and a 45 min train journey just wasn't feasible, so I had to buy another car if I wanted to keep my job.
Then came along Rita. Now I did name my cars in the past. There was Colin The Corsa, Marjory the Mondeo and Vivienne The Vectra. But Rita was different. She was a 1994 Nissan Micra and I hated driving her "Another bloody Micra" was my exact wording... She was an embarrassment in general.... But... I could not fault her either. I have had a fair few mini adventures in that car, and she took everything I ever threw at her. She was formerly known as Rita The Queen Of Speed after the ride at Alton Towers. Also known as Rita The All Terrain Micra. That car did things she probably shouldn't... And yes I did take her off road on a few occasions and she made it every time. Snow? Puh-lease! She was an all terrain Micra don't-cha know? Its basically a sledge with an engine! So when she failed her last MOT and I was told no amount of welding will fix her this time, it was time to have her put to sleep... I was gutted and relieved all at once.
I knew I wasn't going to miss getting up dreading whether she wasn't going to start, or wondering if I would make it to wherever I was going. I knew I wouldn't miss the general feeling of inadequacy on the motorway causing me to trundle along in the 'looser lane'. But I would miss driving a scruffy car which didn't matter if I dinged it on something, or trying to beat my personal best at not cleaning her... (1 year 2 months before MrMc made me do it). I wouldn't miss it when something fell off the car and having to limp to the garage to have it welded back on or scrounging round for some super glue to sit in the car park on your lunch hour casually glueing my car back together... (This also happened in my new car when the glass fell out of my wing mirror :-/ ). But I have the memories and I am able to look back and laugh at all the stuff I used to get up to in that silly little car.
I would consider myself very fortunate if my new car (Priscilla the Passatt, Empress of the Macadam) gave me even half of the fond memories Rita did... Even though Priscilla is 10 years younger than Rita, she has already started shedding parts, so maybe things are looking up!
Anyway, heres to Rita. A truly awful car, but worth her weight in gold. (well not literally, cos scrap metal prices aren't that great atm)
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ReplyDeleteI don't know if your married yet but I saw those milk urns in Ikea again if your still after that last 1.
You left a comment on my blog a while back about them and I thought of you as soon as I saw them!
http://musings-of-a-gem.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/ikea-finds.html