
This page is dedicated to Mah Car...........

On June 1st, 1997 my baby... aka the 1988 Toyota
Camry, was stolen right in front of my church. In it was some tools, my system, some more
power tools, my prom pictures, my senior portraits, my backpack, my organizer, mybooks and
calculator, tires, air filter, battery, all of my seats, and some car documents.
With 275,000 miles on it, I thought no one would
be stupid enough to steal my car. It had dents and dings and chipping paint, who needed an
alarm or THE CLUB. But to my blindness, I guess there was more worth in the car than I
thought. Even though the only real thing stolen was the radio and seats... I would still
have to invest like 1 grand to fix it up. I don't have that kind of money to fix up a car
that I'd only need for this summer anyway. If I only had my car until I left for
College...heck I would've just given it to the stupid thief. Ohhhh wells. Life Goes On....
The true value of a car isn't measured until one
drives one around and then loses it all of a sudden. Without my car I've realized that . .
.well...... LIFE SUX WITHOUT A CAR... I went to summer school late or extremely early
because of my brother or mom. I get picked up from school like 3 hours late. I go to work
late...or not at all. I can't hang out with or visit old friends. And probably the most
pitiful thing is asking your mom for a ride after 2 years of total independence. I'm sick
of asking people for rides.
Well enough about me....I'd like to spend the
next paragraph just reminiscing of the past with my car. This is the car I got my first
{cough} tickets...ticket. Stop sign you know. I went to Mexico, San Francisco, Pismo
Beach. I washed it almost 3 times a year. Drove it to work. Drove it to school. Did my
first oil change with it. Watched my dad chage the brakes in it. Spent almost $2,000
because of it. Steam cleaned it. Painted it. Ate in it. Slept in it. Heck I don't know
what I didn't do without my car. My world ran because of it...and now....it's gone. Or at
least some other guy bought it for $1,000 and is now taking care of it.
You know...in a way, my car was a curse to me.
No matter what I did I wasted money whenever I drove. I still can't believe I got a $330
handicap parking ticket...all because I parked it for 1 minute in front of Morning Glory
in L.A. Then the tickets...ticket that I got. Waste Waste waste. And for some of the
places...that if I didn't have a car would've saved me some trouble. So I guess in a
way...the loss of mah baby is perty ok.
Let's see...what more can I say? I guess these
past 2 years helped learn me some lessons. The training wheels that my Camry
represented...is now off. I've made my mistakes in it and with it and because of
it.....now life can go on!


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