She was more than just a car…
Most people have probably seen the insurance commercial in which a cute girl speaks to the camera, saying “You owned your car for 4 years. You named it Brad. You LOVED Brad. And then you totaled him…” The script goes on to describe the relationship between the car and its owner. I can relate to this scenario more strongly since, after nearly 12 years of driving her, I wrecked my beloved DivaMobile.
The sadness of watching her getting towed away was overwhelming. I cried and then I threw up. No kidding. (I think the throwing up had to do partly with my taking antibiotics at the time…but only partly.)
In order to explain my attachment to her, I need to give a bit of backstory. I found myself in February 2004 needing a replacement for my previous car, which had been rear-ended and totaled in that wreck (which was not nearly as traumatic as this one). Jeff and I looked around and test drove a few, and decided that it made the most sense for us to go ahead and purchase something brand new. So we bought a new 2004 Honda C-RV. I named her Veronica, nicknamed The DivaMobile. She had 153 miles on February 20, 2004 when I took delivery, and the only reason those miles were on her was because the dealership did not have a stick shift in my desired color on the lot. So mine was driven over from North Carolina. She was not fancy, but she was silver, shiny, new and all mine, and I loved her from the start.
The DivaMobile carried us on many vacation adventures, including, I believe, our first trip to St. Simons Island. We took her on several trips there and to Destin, our other favorite vacation spot. She was my companion on my work commute, to music and volunteer activities, taking our dogs to the vet, and she always had more than enough room for all the gear I carried around with me. (It is difficult for me to travel light, whether literally or metaphorically.) She saw the transition when Ernie The Wonder Beagle died and then Our Boy Roy became part of our family, hauling them both when they needed to go to the vet or anywhere else. Roy always gets excited when I ask, “Do you want to go for a ride?”
From February 20, 2004 until January 20, 2016, The DivaMobile carried me safely everyplace I needed to go. I spent all of my 40’s with her, and then some. And with God’s help, she kept me safe in the worst wreck I’ve ever been involved in as either a passenger or a driver. I walked away from this nightmare with only some bumps, bruises and scratches. Physically, I am OK. And I am grateful.
For years I had a tiny angel on a leather cord hanging from my rear view mirror. I liked the thought of an angel riding along with me. I still do.
Jeff and I don’t trade cars often. We tend to make long-term commitments, driving them until they die…or in this case, until they are killed. The DivaMobile and I traveled 154,408 miles together…minus her first 153, that is. I’m praying my next car relationship is as long and satisfying, just with a happier ending.