My first car was a 1995 Ford Escort that I acquired during my senior year of college.
The engine blew at 150,000 miles, and I left it at a garage in Tarrytown, N.Y., called Stiloski's.
(Meanest garage in the world, by the way. Don't ever go there. Someday, in a small act of revenge, I'm going to write a novel that features a villainous character named Stiloski.)
Saying good-bye to a car is weird. It's kind of like the end of a relationship. You spend all this time with the car, and invest a lot of energy and time into, and then one day you basically leave it for dead. This year, I got rid of my 1997 Subaru Legacy. As I was driving to the dealership to turn it in, the song "How It Ends" by the Denver band DeVotchKa came on the radio. It was pretty bittersweet, and I almost cried.
Anyway, today The Awl ran a nice piece titled "It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Your First Car."
You can check it out here.