The 1998 Honda Accord

2011 brought something new: a second licensed driver to the household.

Ian passed his test and wound up with a license a little sooner than I expected. Do all parents think that? That little stop of the heart when you picture a tiny minnow in a sea of whales??

And so it was time for me to pass the keys to my dear Honda Accord. This had been such a good car to me. I bought it when I started my job at Longaberger, and I loved driving it. As Ian got older, I moved on to our new family car and alternating driving them to keep them both operating optimally. And now it was time for me to share it with Ian.

So, although there was a portion of me that was fearful (still is), I was relieved that he would be able to get himself to school activities, help with Megan's sports, and of course get back and forth to work.

Work.

Yes, work.

A job? Something where you perform a task and you get a paycheck? That pays for insurance and gas?

Hmmm, somewhere we missed that chapter...

And the Accord continues being put to very good use. I'll leave it at that.

2023 update: Not sure why the photo went missing. Thanks, Google. But the green Honda Accord didn't end with the story above.

No! 

My fav 'lil Honda went on to be Megan's car when she got her license. 

Ian was away at school, studying journalism at Ohio University.

A couple of years later, I found a nice used car from a friend and bought it for Megan. Ian took over the Accord with his new job at a call center. He was now living in Columbus.

Unfortunately, one day she just decided she was done. Her motor was finished, she had run the race. Too much to be repaired, she waited in Ian's parking lot for whatever was to come.

She waited a good long time.

So long that a neighbor reported it to the condo association, and Ian received a towing notice. He thought they were kidding, but they weren't.

I somehow found my way to the impound lot, title in hand to avoid any extra fees. There was still life in that car, and I brought home two boxes of things that had been left there from high school shenanigans, work commutes, and a leaky trunk. 

Among the treasures? 

I'll never tell. Some things are better left in the impound lot. 😮😆