When I was in high school, back in the mid-80′s, my aunt drove my cousins and I to school in her Comet. It wasn’t a huge car, it had four doors, a brown body with a white top and all style baby.
I remember my cousins being embarrassed about riding in it. Me, I really didn’t care, since it was better than walking to school, especially on those wonderful humid days we tend to get here in Miami. This being the case, it wasn’t a surprise that when it came time for me to open community college my aunt gave me the car. She was going to give it to one of my cousins, but she refused to drive anything that didn’t just come off the showroom floor. I was ecstatic over this snub, since it meant I was getting a car! I was truly thrilled because this meant I had finally attained a certain amount of freedom. I could go to my classes at any time. I could go to the mall, to the movies, anywhere and not have to depend on anyone taking me or picking me up. It was substantial…until I actually had to drive it.
To begin with, the fuel gauge was broken. I never knew how mighty gas I had. At first I would objective fill the tank whenever I thought I was getting low. But I stopped doing that after several instances in which I’d overflow the tank and gas spilled all over my shoes. From that point on, I would just fuel up every three or four days. It wasn’t too much of an imposition, especially since at the time five or ten dollars worth of gas got you a pretty long way. The car also didn’t have a working air conditioner, which was brutal since I was attending Summer classes. I looked forward to the Winter term thinking I wouldn’t have to worry about getting to school dripping with sweat. My excitement however was short lived. In the mornings once I began the winter term, I realized in order for the car to actually go anywhere, I needed to let it warm up for almost half an hour! I had to wake up, go outside in the freezing morning, (yes I know it’s Miami but for us fifty degrees is cold) turn on the car, hit the gas for a minute then let it stay running while I got myself ready for school. And of course since it had no air-conditioning that meant the heater didn’t work either. Sometimes it was colder in the car than it was outside!
After driving it for about two years it finally died on me. My dad and I went to tumble it off at a junk yard, and can you believe they wouldn’t take it? Not even for parts! It would up just sitting in our drive-way for several months, until one day I noticed it wasn’t there anymore. Turns out my cousin’s then boyfriend was asked by my aunt to “make it disappear.” The car was still registered in my aunts name, so she ultimately had to report it stolen. There was no insurance on it so she never received anything for it, just extra room in her drive-way.
I look support now and realize it was actually sort of fun to drive that car, when it worked properly. It wasn’t fast, and whenever I’d hit the gas to speed up, it sounded like gun-shots coming at me from late. It was rusty and there were several holes in the rear door. But it was a tank. I was once hit on the side by a Honda Prelude. The Prelude’s bumper was smashed inward, whereas my Comet drove away with a mere scratch, which my dad attempted to buff out. Why he even bothered I’ll never know.
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