As if vacating my apartment weren't enough, I also sold my car Friday. My little 1996 Toyota Tercel found a good new home, as the 16th birthday present and girl's first car for a Spokanite.
As it happens, the Tercel was also my first car, purchased by my father (I paid him back--well, almost all of it anyway) in 2000 so that I could use it for my first photography internship at the Athens Banner Herald in Athens, Ga. At that time, the car had logged 80,000 miles.
Ah, the memories. The Tercel (a.k.a. the "Terkel" or the "Turd-cell") and I traversed the continental U.S. twice, explored Georgia, Tennessee, Montana, Idaho, Oregon and Washington, and met people from all walks of life, who more often than not, inquired about the two lobsters that graced the dash.
What is it about the first car? It could be that I gained new-found independence with the Tercel. Or maybe it was just that, as a photojournalist, my car became something of a second home. In any case, I developed a connection with my car that gives me a little twinge when I think about it.
Oh yes. P.S. I put almost 120,000 miles on the Tercel. Good car.