Word to the wise…make sure the title gets transferred!

“When I owned that car it lended a hand in causing some of the BEST and WORST events of my entire life thus far. And I mean that with all of my heart.”

In my case: A semi-stupid 19 year old me took out a 3000.00 loan for a 1989 vw cabriolet. The mileage was sky high…. the seals on the top leaked so much there were puddles on the floor after it rained. There were corncobs and wrenches and other forgetful-mechanics tools hiding under the hood when I bought it. It was WAY overpriced for what it was…. but I bought it anyway because I was IN LOVE at first sight.

My sister and I taught ourselves to drive stick shift in it. Somehow we never managed to blow out the clutch. It was driven from Philadelphia to Harrisburg and back every other weekend for a year and a half. It took me to work at 3 different jobs. It was driven on road trips to Baltimore MD, Penn State College, Westchester, and other places (including to see my first real boyfriend for the first time in Boyertown PA).

It eventually blew it’s head-gasket. My dad paid to rent a car-tow attachment for his SUV to tow it back to Harrisburg. He bought some type of fix-it book and fixed the gasket himself so I could drive it when I was home.

It sat in my parents driveway for a year where it was home to hornets nests and squirrels. It had it’s liscense plate surrendered because of insurance droppage. I drove it liscense-less around Dillsburg daringly with friends on summer nights and to and from the pool when I was home from college.

My uncle finally towed it to his house this past year… fixed it up and sold it to some other unknowing teenager.

I was glad to hear it sold, all it did was make me sad when I saw it in the driveway. I loved and hated that car :}