|Truckerella, my Mountaineer, saw me through my late-20s to my mid-30s.|
And then, I came back to Pittsburgh and met Michael a day after I arrived. Michael took and kept that passenger seat. So, Truckerella has a great deal of sentimental value. She was with me through the last vestiges of my twenties and through my early thirties. I wanted to drive her for ten years, but she kept falling apart. We've sat along the road twice: once in searing heat and once in freezing cold, along Route 22 in the dead of winter. After three towing bills, and numerous repair bills, I began to feel Truckerella was letting me down. And when the window broke last Friday, I had to let a good girl go.
On Saturday, at a Kia dealship in Robinson Township, outside Pittsburgh, Michael and I found Frieda. It was the first car we saw. It was the only car we drove (if you don't count the Jetta wagon we test drove last year, around this time). Now a new life chapter begins. Pictures follow:
|Michael makes sure Truckerella's 'chastity consol' |
doesn't still have any CDs. We're saying goodbye to her.
|Our salesman Tom Cole at #1 Cochran holds Frieda's|
driver's side door open for me.
|At Michael's mom's house, Michael claims the |
passenger seat again for all time. I'd already reserved
it for him. :-)
|At home, nightfall. Of course, we've been cruising. The speakers light|
up and change color inside. We had to experience that after dark.