I found this picture tonight. Did not realize I’d ever gotten them all in one shot. Who would guess that of all of them, the roadster was the one that was taken out in the snow....
Dealing with that many vehicles was incredibly stressful, but I wouldn’t have traded the experience for anything.
I miss the V70. Hindsight being 20/20, I wish I’d sold everything else and just committed to pouring however much money I needed to turn it into a reliable dd. It was perfect. For months after breaking down it sat in my parking lot. Most nights I’d go out, open the door and hop in. Just hang out inside. Enjoy the smell of the leather. The perfectly crafted seats. The sense of protection and sturdiness that bodystyle lent. It was therapeutic in a way I’ve never experienced in another car. Someone called me? I’d rush outside and hop in the Volvo. Snow day? I’d bundle up and hop in, with 6 inches of snow on the roof, frosted over windows... Just soaking in the peaceful calm.
I miss the Subaru too. In an ironic turn of events, I’ve come to desire all the qualities that I so hated in it. I keep chasing after vehicles I want, while neglecting what I need. Which just so happens to be exactly what I had in the Outback. Something that was always there to get me from A to B with zero drama. Something that was easy to live with, and could handle quite literally anything I’d ever need a vehicle for.
The 850... I wanted a V70R. The modded 850 with an 850R interior was what I could afford. It’s the fastest car I’ve ever owned. It pushed my head back into the seat, made amazing noises, and got me into Volvos. But I’m glad I sold that one. Too much that could have gone wrong. Too much that *did* go wrong.
And the Miata... From road trips, to snow days, to endless mods and projects, it was my introduction to this weird auto enthuasm that’s infected all of us. It was my golden ticket into the auto world, helping me meet people, helping me write stories, helping me escape outdoors.. MFive years of bliss. It was the right car at the right time, but... That time passed. For me at least. I know it’s just a metal box, but at the end of the day I can’t help but feeling some very strong feelings for said metal box. I just want it to go to someone who will be able to enjoy it like I did.
The scooter is fun, but it’s not something I really needed. More of a knee-jerk reaction, an attempt to find that spark of enthusiasm again. I’m starting to think my best bet is to structure my life to be car-free for a bit. Walk, bus, bike. Lyft. Anything really. Lately autos have brought me a lot of stress, worry, and forced decisions on me that I’d just as soon not deal with. I’ve skipped all the oppo meets because I didn’t trust any of my vehicles enough to make the journey.
Sigh. This has gotten too reflective. I’ve been hearing about Cabin In The Woods for a long time, I think it’s time to finally watch it.