THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES….

Mar 6, 2014 by

THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES….
Heading to Big Bend and Marfa!

Heading to Big Bend and Marfa!

That’s me by my old car or should I say old friend.  If you define an old friend as one who has gone through many meaningful moments with you, then my 2002 car was the best friend anyone could have.  We went through a lot of life experiences together—-the ups, the downs, the trips, the sold houses, the rent houses, the funerals, the marriages, the divorces–you name it, Little Red was there.  It all began when I went to Austin and not just ordered it, I special ordered it in red.  When the time came, I flew to Germany and had a champagne lunch and tour of the factory with all the others who had chosen to do the European delivery program.  Afterward we were ushered into a huge room where each person’s car is driven through a gigantic doorway and everyone claps and the new owner goes down and claims his new machine.  All the cars before mine were black and dark blue.  I want you to know when my cute little red car was driven in, the whole room exploded.  It wasn’t the biggest or most expensive, but it definitely was the one with the most personality.  From then on, Little Red took Europe by storm.  I drove the AutoBahn in Germany and Switzerland, where Little Red had preferred seating at all the hotels.  The Bentley and Maserati were always behind.  Little Red was the star.  Finally, I drove to Paris where I said

Checking in at Schlosshotel Buhlerhohe in Baden Baden, Germany

Checking in at Schlosshotel Buhlerhohe in Baden Baden, Germany-note the Bentley in the back!

goodbye to it at the underground garage directly under the Arc du Triump (Trust me, you’d never know it’s there).  In more weeks that we were told, Little Red showed up at my door in Horseshoe Bay.  That was 150,000 miles and over ten years ago.  I used to tell people my car spoke five languages.  It was the perfect size to zip in to the city and easily shimmy into a parking spot.  It always said, “D.J. is here!”  There was not another one like it.  But, it had started showing signs of wear.  It had a few battle scars-namely the dents in the hood from the golf ball size hail storm I got caught in on the way from HEB.  It also had started makin a little noise.  I didn’t notice it till I drove down Main Street and every head turned about half a block before I got there.  Oh, and there was the time I replaced the engine—apparently, you need to keep oil in it.  But, Little Red pulled through them all.  Oh, sure, I could have had the dents removed but I kinda felt they were a great analogy of my life.  I had been through some trying times, had the dents to show for it, but I kept keeping on.  I got to where I felt they were a part of the car’s personality.  But with a car, there comes a time where it is not cost effective to fix it.  So the quest for car shopping began.  What a pain!  My gosh, it’s a job.  Do you want a

Front row at Beau-Rivage Palace Hotel on Lake Geneva, Switzerland

Front row at Beau-Rivage Palace Hotel on Lake Geneva, Switzerland

sedan, do you want a crossover and what about that cute little convertible?  Do you want to pay extra for an electric car and save the earth even if it doesn’t have enough juice to get you there and back?  Or do you go with the quiet, comfy gas guzzler?  I got tired of watching Motor Week and Googling top ten automobiles.  We looked at cars in Austin and San Antonio.  We looked on the internet.  We critiqued every car we passed on the highway.   Well, here’s the ending to the story.  One Saturday, we are driving over to Round Rock to look at cars.  On the way, Dennis is saying stuff like “Now, we are just looking today, we’re not going to buy today.” and “Never fall in love with a car-do not get emotionally involved with a car” and “If you see one you like, pretend to be interested in the one next to it and casually ask about the one you like”.  We get there and are looking at the crossovers. As we are walking the lot, we both see THE car.  I look over at Dennis and he has that deer in the headlights look.  The salesman quickly gets the key and unlocks it.  We sit in the front seat and I look over at Dennis who has lost all color in his face.  In his best buck fever voice, he says “I LOVE THIS CAR”.  We drove the car home that night.  I actually cried as I was getting the stuff out of my Little Red.  I got the golf clubs, the dog blanket, the emergency cosmetics bag—the memories.  I was in a daze as we pulled out of the dealership.  And it took a few days to sink in, I had withdrawals.  But I adapted.  Very quickly.  Very, very quickly.

I adapted quite quickly!

I adapted quite quickly!

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