Today, August 26, 2017, I say goodbye to my first car, Little Guy. I paid $2,300 cash for this winner back in 2011. I couldn't even test drive it because I didn't know how to drive a manual car, but I knew it was the one for me. Old Lady Beige, I called it, when I first saw it. The car was sold to me by the son of the only other owner, an old woman. The radio was set to Christian talk radio stations, and subsequently, the speakers were like new.
Over the years, Little Guy got pretty banged up. A big chunk cut into the front fender from an ice storm, a dented rear and broken tail light from someone backing into my car in a parking lot, stains and cigarettes burns on the cloth seats when others were in need and borrowed the keys. Not to mention the fact that you could hear the slapping of the wiper blades from a couple of blocks away, or the old world charm of always having to walk around to the passenger side because the driver's side door no longer unlocked with the key.
But through it all, Little Guy never let me down, never left me on the side of the road, always made it up the hills and always protected me. It's a miracle car because no one, not even my mechanic, thought it would last this long. Once he called me on the phone with a prognosis of, "She's so tired, she's so tired." I thought I could get it to a million miles and Honda would give me a new car as a reward, but sadly we only made it to mile 237,793. It breaks my heart to sell this car to the junk yard today, but there's no more to be done.
I raise my glass to you Little Guy. If I could hoard you like I do all my birthday cards and movie stubs, I would. May your Accord parts help other cars be awesome.