I've driven for what seems like forever, and during that time, I've owned a good number of different cars. Some were dependable horses that faithfully led me on innumerable adventures. Others, well, let's just say they were more akin to disobedient teenagers who threw tantrums at the most inconvenient times & demanded attention all the […]

Once a proud display for my dependable, if aging, car, my Minnesota driveway was now a monument to time's unrelenting march. The engine sounded more like a symphony of dying squirrels than a mechanical marvel, the once shiny paint had faded, and rust had started to creep in. It was a relic, a continual reminder […]

I recall the day I made the decision to sell my old car. It was more than just a vehicle; it was a relic, a reliable horse that had accompanied me on innumerable adventures and mishaps throughout Minnesota. But as is always the case, time had taken its toll. The once robust engine coughed & […]

My car, a once-proud chariot that had faithfully transported me through ten summers and winters in Minnesota, had finally passed away. It took up valuable space in my driveway and was, to be honest, ugly. It was a sad, rusting monument to past adventures. I had been putting off the unwanted task of getting rid […]

I recall the day my devoted old Honda Civic died. On a chilly Minnesota morning, the engine coughed, sputtered, and finally stopped. That car had been my dependable travel companion for years, taking me to seemingly every part of the state, through blizzards, & over many miles of highway. However, it now occupied important space […]

I've always been a bit of a—well, let's just say that I'm not in a rush to exchange my cherished, if aging—car for something brand-new. From traveling across the state to moving abandoned furniture from my parents' attic, my reliable sedan has supported me through good times and bad. However, the "thin" have been winning […]

I've always been the type of person who prefers to finish tasks, & I want things removed when they take up space and only serve as an eyesore. That sentiment applied to the old pickup truck that was parked in my driveway for a very long time. It was a relic, not merely an old […]

I've always had a preference for neatness. I value order, whether it's in my garage, my overflowing email inbox, or the cars I've owned. One day, therefore, one of my cars will unavoidably stop being useful. It could be a project car that has permanently stalled, an old clunker that has become more of a […]

For far too long, I have been gazing at my old faithful car, a rusting monster of metal. Better days have been observed, and by "better days," I mean the days it truly began. The winters in Minnesota, where I live, are extremely harsh for cars. It has finally let go of the ghost after […]

I felt a wave of resignation as I stood there gazing at the rust-eaten hulk of what used to be my proud chariot. It was an eyesore to my neighbors, a forgotten artifact in my driveway in Minnesota, and a continual reminder of the money I could be earning rather than losing. Naturally, I'm referring […]