Since Jeff had to go out of town and our work is currently out of company vehicles, Jeff had to take my car to Reno with him. That means that I’m driving the Camaro this week. I’ve been driving it on my own for a while now, but it still scares me that I might wreck it, or someone might hit me.
When my car got hit in the parking lot at work I was whining to my mom that I didn’t know what to do because we wanted to get a new car, but should we keep my old one so that we have two cars to drive. My mom suggested we sell the camaro. I got really quiet and asked her if she had a fever! If we were ever in a position where we needed a lot of money quickly because we were going to lose our house and our babies couldn’t eat, or someone in the family were sick, then of course we would sell it. Even then though, I would do my part to make sure I had exhausted all other options. Jeff’s had the camaro since he was 17 years old. Numerous people have asked to buy it, but he isn’t selling. And I don’t want him to. I know that we could easily take home a few thousand dollars and our life would be much easier if we were willing to part with it.
I’ve learned to love the car. I understand what it means to Jeff. To him, it’s not just a car, or a possession. It represents a whole lot of other things as well. Jeff’s family has a tradition. Most of the Honea boys end up with a classic car at some point. In that family, when a couple gets married, they ride in a classic car to the reception. If the groom doesn’t own his own, then an uncle or cousin lends their car to the newlyweds. It a lovely tradition and I’m glad that Jeff and I were able to take part in it.
So, I’m driving the car this week. She’s been great. She’s starting when I ask her to, and she’s just a joy to drive around. It’s a little hard for me to see over the steering wheel, but luckily I’m not driving too far. I think my neck would get tired from craning it too much! I just love to see people’s reaction. It’s usually older men and young boys that turn their heads as I drive by. I know they’re probably wondering what a girl like me is doing in a car like that. I was in Safeway parking lot yesterday afternoon, and there were two little boys standing next to their mom’s car and their mouths were wide open! It was too cute!
I hope that one day soon, we’ll be able to put some money into it and make it the kind of car that Jeff’s always wanted it to be. We’ll get there; it just might take 20 years or so!
When my car got hit in the parking lot at work I was whining to my mom that I didn’t know what to do because we wanted to get a new car, but should we keep my old one so that we have two cars to drive. My mom suggested we sell the camaro. I got really quiet and asked her if she had a fever! If we were ever in a position where we needed a lot of money quickly because we were going to lose our house and our babies couldn’t eat, or someone in the family were sick, then of course we would sell it. Even then though, I would do my part to make sure I had exhausted all other options. Jeff’s had the camaro since he was 17 years old. Numerous people have asked to buy it, but he isn’t selling. And I don’t want him to. I know that we could easily take home a few thousand dollars and our life would be much easier if we were willing to part with it.
I’ve learned to love the car. I understand what it means to Jeff. To him, it’s not just a car, or a possession. It represents a whole lot of other things as well. Jeff’s family has a tradition. Most of the Honea boys end up with a classic car at some point. In that family, when a couple gets married, they ride in a classic car to the reception. If the groom doesn’t own his own, then an uncle or cousin lends their car to the newlyweds. It a lovely tradition and I’m glad that Jeff and I were able to take part in it.
So, I’m driving the car this week. She’s been great. She’s starting when I ask her to, and she’s just a joy to drive around. It’s a little hard for me to see over the steering wheel, but luckily I’m not driving too far. I think my neck would get tired from craning it too much! I just love to see people’s reaction. It’s usually older men and young boys that turn their heads as I drive by. I know they’re probably wondering what a girl like me is doing in a car like that. I was in Safeway parking lot yesterday afternoon, and there were two little boys standing next to their mom’s car and their mouths were wide open! It was too cute!
I hope that one day soon, we’ll be able to put some money into it and make it the kind of car that Jeff’s always wanted it to be. We’ll get there; it just might take 20 years or so!
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