Little Civy

Some may know but I really like my car. I am a Honda girl through and through and if anyone bags on Hondas or particularly my little Civy, I get tough. I turned 16 in Novemeber of my sophomore year (2002) of high school and was one of the first in the friend group to get a lisence. I took my permit test in Mom's Dodge minivan and drove it for the first few months of my 16 year old life. I had no probelms with the van, know stigma issues driving it to school- I was just thrilled to be able to drive. Tiff and I blasted the radio and drove fast around town just like they tell you not to do. We were livin the dream. But then, we started looking for a car of my own. For the longest time I wanted a Mitsubishi Eclipse. I just loved these cars. Dad took me to the dealership and let me sit in one and I thought I was the coolest thing. But, in the end, it wasn't a Honda and nothing is as good as a Honda. I also thought about getting a Tacoma because I liked the idea of having a truck. I can easily buy a Toyota because they, like Honda are very dependable. In the end though, I knew I would never use/need a truck bed often enough to get one.
     The next part in my memory isn't real clear but I think Dad found little Civy in Autotrader. Mom, Dad and I went to check it out. I liked it a lot but knew better than to show my true feelings before the seller. It was a good price already but she still brought it down 500 bucks. For some reason their was a delay in being able to take Civy home and we were off on vacation for a few days after the meeting. I remember all vacation thinking, "I have a car when I get home!" To prove my point, I can't remember where we went on this particular vacation. It was in between Christmas and New Years that Civy became mine. I was thrilled! I spent the next 2-3 years paying Dad back the money I had borrowed to buy him. I remember watching the little notecard drop in the "money owed" category as I paid throughout the years. When I was almost paid off, I got in an accident. Had to pay for the repairs. Blast. That was a big disappointment. I was thrilled when I finally paid him off
     Civy and I are BFF. He is 10 years old now and rarely needs maintenance; he faithfully turns on each morning. I have packed and unpacked him to the brim so many times moving in and out of various places. He has a scratch on the passenger seat from my mini frig one summer when I was moving home from Biola. I was hit on the driver's front corner in the Disneyland parking lot but didn't realize until I came out of the gym a few days later. I looked at the car parked where I had left Civy. There was a Civic there but this one had a big concave hole in it. Bummer to find out he was indeed mine... Uncle Dave took a hair dryer to it though and fixed it up like new. Amazing.
     Civy and I have a long way to go still. Just yesterday I drove my 111111th mile. It was so exciting! I was just half a mile away from the house and wanted Peter to see. I drove slow but then wised up and realized distance is distance no matter how fast you go. Duh. Can't wait for the 222222nd mile, Civster! Ride on!

xo, l