Dear VW Beetle,
Now that our time together has now come to an end, I thought it appropriate to write you a letter as one last goodbye. You see, you are special to me. Other vehicles would come and go, but you were the one constant for over a decade.
We'll always have those memories. When I learned how to drive, you were there. You forced me to learn how to drive on a manual five speed and made my driver's test that much more nerve wracking. I will forever know how to drive a manual because of you. That makes me cool, only compared to those who cannot drive a manual. Sorry I kind of loved you and hated you because of it, but I only hated you in traffic and on really steep hills.
We've been through the good times and the bad.
Good: Road trips. Joy rides with friends. Getting me anywhere. Comfortable seats that know my rear better than anyone. Sorry future owners. Just kidding. Good air conditioning, until a year ago which would go into the bad category. Encouraging violence by watching kids run and hit someone playing slug bug, or is that bad?
Bad: Two terrible vanity plates, before we realized vanity plates are really lame. It took us a few years. Sorry for the embarrassment that brought you, and me. That time a deer ran into us and smashed the windshield and the whole side in. That time I ran over a huge landscaping block and all your innards were spewed out onto the road. One cupholder. Multiple cups.
Now our time has come to an end. I can't help but think how much has happened over the last ten years. Old friends and new friends have come and gone. Several moves-one across country. Graduations. New jobs. Everything in between. Life. Time has flown by and stood still, if that's possible.
It was time. To say goodbye.