Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The Black Bullet: a Tribute

Last weekend, Jeff did the unthinkable. While I was out of town, he traded in my car of six years, the '91 Acura Legend. Anyone who knows our family knows this is truly the end of an era. The car was a champion.

I felt betrayed. I felt the sorrow of a lost loved one. I felt a member of our family, one with the heart of a champion, had been torn from us. Jeff says it's better this way--that a clean break is better--no long, drawn-out good byes. No crying and carrying on about why it has to be this way. And then I ask him if he remembers how The Black Bullet took us just weeks ago to Arizona and back, "And this is how we repay the years of tireless service, the abuse without complaint, the performance with nary a need for maintenance? What if I start getting old, huh? What will you do with me?"

It's at this point he rolls his eyes. "Amber, there is another college student who needs her now. Her time with us is past."




Anyway, so I wrote a tribute to my car. I loved that car.

Subtotals: The Black Bullet

Number of miles traveled: 225,803. Number of owners: 4. Number of make-outs witnessed: 18. Number of seatbelts: 5. Number of cigarette burns: 9. Number of rips in leather, major: 5; minor: 11. Number of times being barfed on: 5. Number of car seats held: 3. Number of blow-outs: 0. Number of flats: 4. Number of jumps, received: 3; given: 10. Number of new batteries: 2. Number of times being hotwired: 0. Number of scratches in paint: 38. Number of emotional breakdowns witnessed: 12. Number of blizzards driven through: 29. Number of thunderstorms driven through: 74. Number of umbrellas in trunk: 1. Number of insects in grill, currently: 8; total: 78, 654. Number of times being cursed at: 3. Number of near-death experiences: 5. Number of animals hit: 4. Number of deer seen: 36. Number of trips to Idaho: 41. Number of cross-country trips: 0. Number of funerals driven to: 9. Number of trips to the grocery store: 672. Number of babies carried: 18. Number of washes: 177. Number of faces pressed upon the windows: 10. Number of suitcases carried: 224. Number of times sold: 4. Number of broken windows: 1. Number of French fries under driver’s seat: 2. Number of curbs driven upon: 49. Number of times anti-lock brakes engaged: 3. Number of times airbag deployed: 0. Number of states visited: 6. Number of garages lived in: 7. Number of times horn was honked: 106. Number of times shifted into reverse while rolling forward: 1. Number of times driven with gas door open: 2. Number of left turns: 22, 044. Number of wrong turns: 340. Number of witnessed nose pickings: 54. Number of preset buttons on radio: 8. Number of confessions heard: 16. Number of CDs played: 336. Number of times stranded on side of road: 0. Number of times being pulled over: 10. Number on license plate: 581. Number of doors: 4. Number of windows: 7. Number of mirrors: 3. Number of years on the road: 17.

16 comments:

Joe and Melissa Vega said...

Only 18 makeouts???? I am disappointed:)

So what kind of car did you get??????????????

AmShaZam said...

Well, we bought the car after we were married...with children.

Rebecca said...

My goodness-your hair is so super long!!

Kaylee and I rode in that car, several times. Farewell, Black Bullet. So, what are you cruisin' in now?

Sullivan Family said...

Some car!! Did you have that when we were neighbors?? I felt the same way when Reid sold my very first car (Ford Escort) right after we were married!!

Jessica said...

Is Jeff feeling okay? I thought he would keep that car forever and ever until it would go no more! So now we need to see what the trade it was! WAITING...

Grant and Stacy said...

Come on, that car had to go! Those numbers are impressive!

Rachel said...

*sniff* My first car was also a Ford Escort. It got squished with me in it and I was more upset about it being squished than me getting squished. So I think Jeff was right to whisk her away and avoid the painful goodbyes.

mistyb said...

I feel a similar attachment to our family's many Luminas. Do you remember those? They were the "preferred car of the Isons" evidently

Joy C. said...

I am so sorry for your loss. I didnt know you had a blog! I am so glad I found it!

AmShaZam said...

Joy- do you blog also?

And Misty- I totally remember the Luminas! I also remember a Ford Festiva...that's what it was called, right? Sweet. Almost as sweet as the Dodge Shadow or the Mercury Sable I drove!

I am Sam said...

you see, the thing not everyone knows about my brother Jeff is that he can sell ice to Eskimos for hundreds of dollars.... Ice that he bought from them last year, drove 20,000 miles, wrecked once, Ice that needed new tires, ice that is currently impounded, and ice that most importantly he paid 2 dollars for.
An amazing individual.
Hope the new ______ is working out well.

Jessica G. said...

NOOOO!!! Not the Acura!

Luv2run said...

I can't believe he sold it right from under you. Shame on Jeff. The last time I rode in that sweet car was when we went to Yoga at the Riverbottoms. That car just kept going and going and going. The car would outlast the energizer bunny.

G said...

Number of times Gina was forced to listen to Abba (while watching poor Elaina belt out all the lyrics too, having been brain washed early)? 10 skillion times.

G said...

P.S. I thought that car was Gray?

AmShaZam said...

Gina- I just read your comment and oh my gosh- I laughed my face off! If only you shared the love of ABBA that Elaina and I do. Sigh.

And I guess the car is maybe a charcoal color? But come on. "The Charcoal Bullet"?