While driving to a location for work, I accidentally rear ended a rather sturdy Toyota Tacoma and totally smashed the entire front end. The passenger side slant style EDM headlamp and turn signal was smashed to bits, power steering no longer worked, grill bumper, both fenders and hood crumpled up like a beer can, and was my radiator fluid was leaking out profusely.
Maybe pics soon to follow, but for now an obituary that I think we can all relate to:
So shortly I will be posting a GI thread for all of my left over JDM parts and spares that I've collected over the years if my insurance doesn't pay out well enough.
Maybe pics soon to follow, but for now an obituary that I think we can all relate to:
I'm sure all of my friends can recall fond memories of my recently deceased Moss Green 1992 Mazda Protege LX manual drive. So many fun times, driving driving people home, to boxing practice, to parties, to bars, to clubs, to class, and to work. For me it was something more than just a car, a tool to travel one place to another. It was a piece of me. I spent a whole year working off the debt it took to pay for the car, pay for the gas, and the maintenance. Like a loved child, I gave it a home to rest at during the night, a school to park at during the day, regularly fed it with unleaded gasoline, gave it check ups every month, clothed it lovingly with hand applied carnuba car wax and when it needed new oil I always gave it the best synthetics.
But now, it's gone, and the year's worth of work it took to finally truly own it, and the years of care I put into keeping it in good health, and all the days of joy I spent driving in that beloved Mazda have prematurely and abruptly ended.
But this is not a time for mourning, for as we all know, that death is not the end. Maybe, someday, my Mazda will rise from the ashes like a Pheonix, or perhaps rise from the grave like a zombie Abraham Lincoln. For now it resides in Car Purgatory, awaiting for it's empty shell of a body to be cobbled back together with replacement parts.
But even if given new life, it will never be the same again. No longer my original love, but a new beginning. Maybe given enough time, the wounds of the heart and the past memories of joy will fade, and a new love can blossom.
But for now, it shall be replaced with a whore of a rental, whose doors swing wide for anyone with money.
Let's continue to hold the joyful memories close to our hearts, and perhaps, the spirit of the Zoom Zoom can continue on inside each and every one of us.
But now, it's gone, and the year's worth of work it took to finally truly own it, and the years of care I put into keeping it in good health, and all the days of joy I spent driving in that beloved Mazda have prematurely and abruptly ended.
But this is not a time for mourning, for as we all know, that death is not the end. Maybe, someday, my Mazda will rise from the ashes like a Pheonix, or perhaps rise from the grave like a zombie Abraham Lincoln. For now it resides in Car Purgatory, awaiting for it's empty shell of a body to be cobbled back together with replacement parts.
But even if given new life, it will never be the same again. No longer my original love, but a new beginning. Maybe given enough time, the wounds of the heart and the past memories of joy will fade, and a new love can blossom.
But for now, it shall be replaced with a whore of a rental, whose doors swing wide for anyone with money.
Let's continue to hold the joyful memories close to our hearts, and perhaps, the spirit of the Zoom Zoom can continue on inside each and every one of us.
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