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Rest in Peace: Chavalah
Aug. 25th, 2009 10:00 am
Born: sometime in june 2001, some Honda Factory
Died: August 23, 2009 - Cross-Bronx Expressway
Chavalah was a good car, mild-mannered and fairly efficient with gas. She first resided in Connecticut, providing me my first independent ride over the Q to my high school, and many weekend and summer evening drives to Hamden and New Haven to interact with my high school friends before I left for College. From there she boldly moved to Rhode Island to reside on the Providence College Campus, willingly suffering scratches and dents from bored drunk college students [not me]. Many trips to CT and back, she familiarized both 95 and 6 to her wheels lovingly and well. Suffered hours of geek talk as she carried me and my friends to programming competitions in Rochester, NY and Edison, NJ. Suffered long drives to random concert venues to see my favorite bands play, brought me to get my first legal beers, my first real date, and carried me to and from my internship and job interviews. We learned the ins and outs of Providence's streets, and those of the surrounding areas. From there she carried me and most of my life to the Boston area, commuting me to my first full-time [post-college] job, from my first very own apartment. She traversed my first drive across a border to bring my friends and I to montreal this winter, and revolutionized traffic on Brandon's and my trip to and from Philadelphia. She taught me how to change tires in dress clothes. She took me to New York on a few occasions, happily and willingly. She let me tie 6 pieces of plywood to the top of her car, and fill her up with 2x4's while I was building sets, and never complained about how dirty she got.
She lived a good, 8 year, 154,000 mile life. She drove fast and slow at all the correct times, and stayed steady through my first ticket. She provided music to scream along too as driving from route to route, a roof to lie on and stare upwards, and made many many more life experiences a possibility. And in her last moments as a car shaped object, she ejected her airbags and kept me safe in a car accident.
She was a good little car, and she will have a happy after-life, recycled for parts, or smushed into a cube at a landfill.
Goodbye, Chavalah. Rest well, little car.
