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A ramble of sentimentality for a crushed car

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Car nostalgia

It’s been 3 months, almost to the day, since a 150 year old maple tree attacked my Honda Fit. Occasionally over those 3 moon cycles, I’ve found myself missing the little motor-head. Not tearfully missing, mind you, but missing it nonetheless.

I suppose, that’s to be expected. A car is a big purchase and that was, aside from my home mortgage, the largest purchase I’d ever made. The purchase itself took over 7 months of market research and hemming-and-hawing at the kitchen table between this brand and that, new vs. used, manual vs. automatic, to finance or pay cash. It was an investment, even if it depreciated the  moment we drove it off the lot.

Raising a toast to the Honda Fit: Happy trails!

Poor little fit

I still find it odd that someone whose commuter preferences begin with walking shoes or two-sturdy rims finds himself sentimental over a car. I see Honda Fits drive by and I still do the head nod to the driver. If a black Fit drives by I might uncontrollably say,”Hey, my Fit!” Completely illogical, but it hasn’t gotten old, yet.

Turns out, despite some of my critics, I don’t hate cars. Which, astute readers would have already gleaned. I simply believe we pamper them too much. Hence, the internal conflict about missing one.

Of course, by design cars are almost a necessity in Northern Michigan. If you don’t have a car, daily life is considerably more constrained. My household chose to live in the city limits to increase our resiliency in that regard, but we still time to time require a vehicle, either for lack of other options or practical convenience. We were content with being a one car family. Luckily, now that we are a zero-car family, we are discovering the resiliency of having neighbors who are friends, friends who have made similar choices, and family in town that like to leave town.

Automotive abundance

Packed up and ready to go.

The result is that during the last 3 months there’s rarely been a time when if needed, and we were willing to ask, there hasn’t been a car available for us to borrow. The “rental” fees have all been more than fair and mostly have come in terms of a full tank, coffee beans, beer, and/or social capital, refundable later. This is good for the short-term, but we don’t want to be perceived as mooches, either. A car, or formal peer-to-peer car-share, is certainly in our future.

For the meantime, I still have trouble shopping for cars. I compare all cars to my old Fit and the comfort of a well-worn driver’s seat that fit me just right and a transmission that I knew intimately–although, I’m sorry, Old Little Fit, for the times I missed and ground you into gear.

For the time being, an extended road trip across the country is not in our future and the beagles won’t have a mobile home (they don’t seem to be bothered the slightest). We’ll survive. Life is built on change and adaption. We’re doing fine.

Join me and raise your coffee in honor of the 2009 Honda Fit that was attacked by The Ents!

Anyone else feel unnaturally attached to their car? 


It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” ~ Fight Club._




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  1. Me
    January 22, 2013 at 10:18 am

    I’m gonna go with no. I like my car for the convenience and good gas mileage but I don’t have any sentimentality toward that particular car. I have felt emotional toward other cars I’ve owned, but I got over it when, at some point, I figured a car is nothing more than a utility and that there are plenty more where that came from.

  2. January 25, 2013 at 8:07 am

    I was in a car accident over a year ago and wound up in physical therapy. My car was totaled and I missed it terribly. I also felt it kept me alive in a horrible accident. I wound up finding the same color and model. I just didn’t want to drive anything else so I guess you could say I was attached.

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