An ode to a boy’s first car.
Not many people feel much towards their cars. They are just very expensive hunks of metal that get you from A to B. Some love their cars to bits, but they are usually the character fulled pieces of metallic personality that adorn the walls of garages and bedrooms of petrol heads.
But today is looking to be the last time I drive my Fiesta. My first taste of freedom and independence.
I’ve had many an adventure with my beloved Fiesta. It arrived just days before my drivers licence test and around the time of my 18th birthday. It has seen me through the last months of my high school career, a failed attempt at a mechanical engineering degree followed by three Multimedia and Digital Arts degrees, countless miles of Johannesburg traffic, my first industry job and to an interview to what may be a promising full time position. Road trips all over Gauteng, Mpumalanga and a couple as far as Kwa Zulu Natal. It has been with me with my first serious girlfriend, my first broken heart where I could do nothing but cry at the steering wheel. And now last serious girlfriend who has since become my fiancée, leading to the consequent drives to see venues, meet photographers and such. It’s seen many a near miss, one bumper bashing and more than its fair share of boyhood power slides and Scandinavian Flicks. Good times with good friends. It even starred in a local Ford advert as an extra!
But now, I’m 25. I’ve grown up and done the grown up thing of buying my own car with my own money. I would have kept the Fiesta forever if I wasn’t forking out more money to keep her going than what I am paying on my new car. After 7 years and 138 000 km’s, unpacking my car for the last time was an emotional affair. Many memories are held within that metal frame, and it’s sad to think of the prospect of seeing it pull out of my driveway forever.
And while I wish I could give that thing of beauty a viking funeral, I can only hope it gives as much to whoever buys it as it gave me. And believe that the next four wheel time capsule contains ever better memories still.
Damn I’m a sentimental twit.