Little 5KAV137 ("Skavlet") has passed on into car heaven. I adopted him at three years old, and he has now passed on at age seven, as a result of an accident that thankfully had no other casualties. I had some good times with Skavlet. We went almost everywhere together. I can look out from my garage and see the spot in front of my house where he ought to be parked, ready to go for a drive, whether it be to work or to class or just to cruise the town.
I'll miss his little quirks: The trunk popper that didn't work, the CD player that ate my cousin's album and didn't give it back for weeks, the handle in the back seat that popped out if you closed the door too hard, the headlights that appeared to be misaligned (They're far more misaligned now). I had some good times in his back seat. I don't want to say too much about what's happened, but I touched my first vagina and had sex multiple times in it (Sorry every passenger who just read that). Also, he was the only car I knew who had an auxiliary input, so I could just plug anything with a headphone jack into it to play music.
He gave his life for me, and that act will never be forgotten. In his memory, I will preserve the broken grill and the Flying Spaghetti Monster "fish" that was on his bumper, if I can remove it.
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| He will be greatly missed. |
P.S. My passenger and I both were not seriously hurt in the crash. The other party involved was a mountain, who I don't believe will be pursuing treatment.
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