Driving Away

It is quite possible that tomorrow (well later today, but after I sleep) my car, a 1997 Ford Falcon which looks something like this

will be replaced with a Honda Jazz. I was grateful to my mother, who recently decided to buy my brother and I replacement cars for the death traps we are currently driving. But now that the reality is looming I’m having second thoughts. My current car is a moving testament to my dad’s impulsiveness; one day he decided that a great replacement for my old, but reliable grandma-mobile was a 6 cylinder family car and went out and bought it without consulting anyone. I must admit it was a blessing at the time, since I was spending 98.9736% of my time in the Dandenongs and quite enjoyed getting up the hill without a struggle. But really, what single woman in her 20s drives a thing like that. The car is definitely not road worthy, and I would like something smaller and newer, but it’s another memory of Dad gone. I don’t know if it’s deliberate or just thoughtless efficiency, but my Mum has purged the house of most things which suggest Dad once walked the earth, and the car is soon to be another one to leave. Also, the Jazz is blue.