We're getting a new car. It may be here as soon as Monday. This is going to be my primary mode of transportation, so I should be so excited. I suppose I am, in a way.
I'm finding this bittersweet, realizing that I'm a little more attached to Otto (October 2, Name Your Car Day, is also my birthday) than I thought. Otto and I have traveled many a mile together. He has carried the load of my teaching career many times before bringing it all home for good. He has assisted in various home projects. He has endured road trips from Maryland to Idaho, to Alabama, to Texas, from Texas to Alabama, and he carried mister mrtl safely from Texas to Minnesota. He brought my baby girl home from the hospital. He has served us well.
I'll admit that Otto is looking quite ghetto these days, with the trim halfway off, an armrest broken, and various scuffs. I've been able to overlook the gas gauge not working, and I've used seat covers to protect my legs from further scratches from the crusty leather seats. And Senor Jorge W. Arbusto has definitely seen better days.
Senor Jorge is actually a replacement for the first Senor Jorge; he was found on Ebay. He lost his hat on a road trip to Abilene with my mother. When one of mister mrtl's classmates turned him around, his upright arm flapped in the wind, waving constantly at me and making me smile. I don't have the heart to remove him.
I'm going to have to find a good new home for Otto and Senor Jorge W. Arbusto.
