I miss my old Saturn LW200. Well at least for the sake of this blog I do. Implied is that I have a new Saturn LW200 which I drive and that is correct. I totaled the old Saturn I a faithful February day back in the year of someone else's lord 2009. It may have been the day Buddy Holly died, I am not that sure of the date of either these two events and don't particularly care to look either of them up. I was driving down Meridian street right in front of my apartment building when I probably ran a red light. The last time I remember seeing the light it was a stale green. I believe I was listening to The Velvet Underground's aptly titled album The Velvet Underground (not the one with Nico, nor with John Cale for that matter) on my way to buy Mylar for my silkscreen class (Mylar is used to make sure you get the correct registration on your print).It had snowed somewhat recently and it had been awhile since I had driven since it was a bitch to get out of my apartment parking lot when it snow.
I wasn't in a hurry. I honestly don't believe I was paying attention to the traffic lights, but the light was green at one time. It probably wasn't green when I got into the intersection and t-boned a red cobalt which was trying to travel perpendicular to me. I believe I have in the past been waiting at a red light and gone with out the light turning green by accidentally (perhaps thinking I was just at a stop sign), so I could understand how the crash could not be my fault. However, I have accidentally run red lights more, so it was probably my fault. I told the cop it wasn't, but I was confused at the time. Also, I think you are supposed to lie to cops. I mean unless you murder someone, its the american way. Anyways, I crash into the side of her car real good. I probably wasn't going that fast, but I probably wasn't paying attention to that either. The crash though got my attention real quick.
Time went slower and faster all at the same time, meaning time likely went at the normal speed at least from the perspective of an objective viewer. The air bags deployed leaving me in the surreal situation of not quite understanding where I was. I knew I had been driving not seconds before and I was still in a car. It sort of look like my car except that condom like pillows had been deployed where the steering wheel and glove compartment used to be. The hood seemed more bent up then normal and I went to turn the car off only to discover that is already was off. The power must have worked somewhat because I got my CD out. I had hit some girl who was on her way to class at the same college I was going to. I had made her late for class which I kind of found funny because no one every really buys yours excuse. Car crash is a pretty good excuse though. We were both amiable enough about the crash and seemed to be in good health. The cars were not in great shape. The next time I saw my car I was getting all of my crap out of it so the insurance company could sell it for parts.
It was a good car we had been though a lot together. I was there when we picked it up off the lot shortly after interest rates went down after September 11th. I had somehow felt cool being a 7th grader being driven around in a station wagon, which perhaps shows exactly how lame the other family cars had been. I learned how to drive in that car behind a defunct Supermarket in the parking lot of a defunct mini golf course. I drove it some to high school. I got more made fun of for driving a couple year old station wagon than I did for driving a 17 year old truck that was quite dented from hitting a deer. I had made out with my first girlfriend in that car. I had two girls in the backseat of that car with their pants off. I was in the front seat driving at the time, but neither of them was my sister so it still counts. It had been nothing but reliable and I ran it into a cobalt.
The current Saturn Wagon that I drive is the same year and make and model as the old one. Its a different color, a whorish metallic blue as opposed to the pure virginal sliver of the old one. The air conditioning has stopped working. The speaker are I believe lower in quality though I could be wrong. Somebody hit my taillight so one of the lens is now made out of red tape. I have made out with people in it sure but its not the same. I don't have any stories about girls taking off there pants in it, just one about a boy I didn't really like very much changing his pants in it awkwardly in the Cincinnati Museum of Art parking lot.
The old one was coming close to crossing the 100,000 mile mark on the speedo when I crash it. The new one gave me the chance to drive over that milestone and I hardly even noticed. It was less fun in a used car that had been used by some stranger and not my family. I don't know if I honestly miss it. I still have a machine that takes me where I want to go and that might be enough. Still I wish I had had a proper goodbye one that didn't end real death, just slowly not working too much and costing to much to fix. (Side note: Car crashes are sort of fun if no one dies, the only bummer part is that they end up costing bunches of money.) Still there are memories. Maybe I could make out with my first ex-girlfriend while two girls with no pants on watch. It could happen in the new car, but I really don't care if it didn't.
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