Goodbye Old Friend
A Love Letter to my Car
My new car is a spaceship. The dash has more buttons and dials than Doc’s DeLorean did in Back to the Future. It runs on premium gas, though, and not recycled garbage. My brand-new Honda Civic Sport Touring might be the last car I ever buy.
“What are you going to name your new car?” Andrew asked me as I scribbled my name in blood on the finance agreement.