On the occasion of the Scion brand going away, I wrote about my car.
I think of selling Gordita all the time. I’m convinced the constant stress of looking for street parking is taking years off my life. If I didn’t have to travel to Silicon Valley a couple times a month, often on short notice, I would have sold her long ago. And until today I couldn’t have imagined missing her. What I didn’t consider was that every old car connects you back to the person you were when you bought it, and to every adventure that came afterward. Every week now for five years I’ve fantasized about getting rid of Gordita. Today all I want to do is drive her.