I finally said goodbye to my ’98 Saturn yesterday. After 11 years (9 owned by me) and 170,000 miles, I think it served its purpose well. This was the first car that I chose and paid for myself, and since it was not a hand-me-down, it had a lot of unnecessary sporty features like a power moon roof, performance tires and a spoiler. Even though the black paint was difficult to keep clean, and the black interior was very hot in the summer, I felt cool driving it. It was my own affordable version of K.I.T.T.
Through the years, it had its share of problems, from electrical and transmission, to a leaky moon roof and windows, and finally the head gasket/engine and exhaust. It caused me many a headache and heartache this past year when it would die at stoplights, but through it all it was still MY car.
The engine roared for me a final time this weekend, as I moved it out of the driveway in preparation for the tow truck. It died just as I made it into the street, never to start again. The starter, knowing its fate, had given up on life. I donated the car to charity, so even though it has died, the proceeds from the sale will help children live. (Plus a nice tax deduction for me!)
Goodbye, old friend, I shall remember the journeys we took together and the good times we shared, especially the warm summer nights with the moon shining through the open roof and good tunes on the tape deck.