Decay… and here we go again

I made a swift trip. 1000+ kilometers in two days. I came back with a new car. My old Toyota Starlet doesn’t live here anymore. I used to be tied with this car. I don’t anymore. But leaving 17 years behind you is not so simple.

In this car I saw all of my beloved people sitting next to me. Some of them don’t live anymore and some other wouldn’t get in again anyway. I learned how to drive in this car. I went everywhere with this car. I would go anywhere. During these 17 years I had to change its battery three times and that’s all. No more damages.

I crashed three times, one of my fault. It carried on.

I knew this car. I listened to it. Above all this car used to be a good and reliable mean of transport. There was nothing fancy with it. People were never attracted by it. My last trip with it was more or less the same with the first one. No moans, no creaks, no extra fuel consumption. A loyal dog. 193.000 kilometers is a fair number, don’t you agree?

I don’t know who is going to buy it. Well, actually I know, but I don’t want to learn anything else. I don’t like symbolisms but this car used to be a part of my life, an everyday thing. Today, as I was leaving I didn’t take a look at it. A new shiny car was ready to start off. All that I cared was my old car was standing brave and still outside our yard.