UPDATE:
Apparently my car is not the only one leaving my family, as my younger brother’s car has been having some serious issues as of late. My brother drives a 1996 Mercedes-Benz E320 that has been having some engine problems lately. His car has some history with our family. My dad purchased it in 1999, and I remember being surprised when my dad came to pick me up from school in it. It was a much bigger vehicle than his previous car, a Mercedes-Benz C Class, which he sold to get this new car. A few years later, after I turned 16 and got my driving permit, I was even more surprised when he gave me the keys to his car used it to teach me how to drive. Years later, my younger brother learned how to drive in that same car and since then has been using it as his own. Unfortunately, since the car is starting to show its age, we me have to get rid of it soon in order to avoid any more expensive maintenance costs. They say that cars aren’t just vehicles, they’re our friends that we rely on to get to where we need to go. Well, it’s tough to say goodbye to good friends. Both The White Blur (AKA The White Bullet) and our Mercedes-Benz E Class will be missed.
The era of the car that came to be known as The White Blur will soon come to an end. In June of 2004, my dad bought me a 2001 Volvo S40 as a high school graduation gift, and ever since then, that car has been involved in many crazy adventures. In the past few years, my first car has been towed, got its headlight and tires busted, gone well over the speed limit, and even had a human body in the trunk, among plenty of other types of craziness.
No less than a week after purchasing it, my car got towed. I was going to my friends apartment to chill, and since there was no parking on the street I decided to park my car in the nearby 7-Eleven parking lot. I returned a few hours later and was in total shock when I did not see my car where I left it. I thought someone may have stolen it. I’ll admit that I was balling a bit a that point. My friends and I then went into the 7-Eleven and the clerk informed us that my car had been towed. One of my friends gave me a ride home, and after explaining to situation, my dad and I went to the impound yard. It cost around $250 to get my car back, but I was just glad that it was safe.
Later that summer, I got my first speeding ticket. I was going 60 mph in a 35 mph zone. It wasn’t habitual speeding at that point, I was just excited because my friends were throwing me a going-away party. Not knowing what my parents would do if they found out, I decided not to tell them at all. Fortunately, my dad soon found the ticket in my glove box, after helping me move into my new place in AZ. He told me to not be afraid to tell him when stuff like this happens, otherwise the legal consequences could be very bad.
A few years later, in Arizona, a few of my friends called me up to give them a ride to a house party that was on the opposite side of town. Before I go further, I should let you know that my Volvo can comfortably seat 4 people. That night, I had there were seven people in my car, including myself. The seating arrangement were two in the front (myself and a friend in the passenger seat), four in the back, and one in the trunk. Yes, one of my friend rode across town in my Volvo’s trunk. Suffice it to say, I drove extra cautiously that night.
Those are just a few of the crazy adventures I will always remember having in The White Blur.
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