My Husband And His Car: A Love Story
Today is a bittersweet day; we are bidding adieu to a trusty, practical friend who has been there, alongside my husband and I as we've taken our 13 year journey. It's my husband’s 1995 Honda that he's been driving, well, since 1995. Yes my husband was NEVER one of those flashy, now that I’m a doctor I'm going to go out and get me a Porsche Carrera, slap on my M.D. plates and speed off into the sunset.
No, my guy , always the practical, sensible and eternally frugal man when he bought his first non-used car at the tender age of 37 years old snagged himself a two door Beige Honda accord, with absolutely NO bells and whistles (I don't even think he opted for the extra floor mats).
When I met him, I'd already been out with a litany of ego maniacal surgeons who drove around in spectacular (yes I am a little superficial) sports cars, and in comparison my husband's very plain, sensible car was a bit of a refreshing change. I mean the fact that it had a back seat as opposed to just two seats- also had me believing that this guy was ready for the whole package... love, marriage and a car seat.
Still, old Betsy has seen better days, as she is now in her 17th year of being driven, and while my husband is remiss to let her go, the fact that her radio has not worked in two years, the AC is broken and gosh her muffler needs to be muffled, I am more than ready to say goodbye. It's amazing to me how much of a reflection his car is, and always will be, of my husband. In so many ways he is so much like this 17-year old car- solid and dependable, and while the ride may not be the most glamorous or always the smoothest, it will ultimately get you where you need to be.
So, does your husband have a special relationship with his car?