Two Years
Two years ago today my life changed. I was on my way home from an uneventful day at work. I was on day four of my first attempt at a low carb diet. I was looking forward to getting home and trying out a new recipe for dinner.
But, in the blink of an eye, my world turned upside down. For me, the crash was even worse than my diabetes diagnosis because with D, I had some time to get used to the idea. The crash was instantaneous.
On that day, my beautiful BMW 330xi gave her life for me. I loved her like I’d never loved a car before. When I crawled out of the wreckage, I mourned her. Later, when we went to the salvage yard to get my personal items that survived the impact, Brian warned me not to walk down to see her alone. I didn’t listen. I should have.
When I saw her, all crunched up like an accordion, I sobbed. Then I got angry, especially when I saw the Jaguar that killed her in the same salvage yard. I wanted to beat the shit out of that car, but with my injuries, I was barely able to walk. Kicking ass was out of the question.
So, we grabbed my stuff, took some photos, and drove away. It was the last time I ever saw her, and I can’t seem to form any other image in my head when I think of her.
I swore off cars that day. We immediately went out and bought a brand new Tahoe. It had everything you could want: Navigation, overhead DVD player (for the kids we don’t have), heated seats, Satellite Radio and, most of all, it made me feel safe.
But, for the last six months or so, I’d been getting my groove back. I was feeling more confident on the road; I even stopped freaking out every time I was stopped in traffic. Most of all, I began to miss the speed and power of my BMW. I like to drive fast, and the ‘Ho is not exactly a performance vehicle.
I started checking out BMWs everywhere. I browsed the CarMax website daily. Then, I stumbled across the BMW Certified Pre-Owned (CPO) program. Basically, if you buy a CPO BMW, you get a 100,000 mile warranty (as well as some other goodies).
So, I got serious about it all. I decided that it was time to give up the ‘Ho, and get back to my roots. Brian, while not fully on-board with my plan, at first, quickly came around after that first test drive. We found a true beauty – a 530i. Like my old girl, she’s got everything I need: 6-speed manual transmission (I hate automatics), Nav, Satellite Radio, leather, etc. She’s awesome.
So, today, on what is the two-year anniversary of the worst day of my life, I drove my new girl to work for the first time. We’ve already bonded, and if someone hurts her, watch out!
Themocracy
she’s gorg, Shannon. and, I also like to drive fast; and drive a straight stick (although I KNOW it has just 5 forward gears, I continue to occasionally look for 6th ;] ) anyway, enjoy bonding with your new girlfriend … what’s her name, d’ya know yet or is she being coquette-ish and holding out on ya ’till ya get to know her better?
I will never forget that phone call. I thought that you were critically injured. Once I saw the pictures of the car, I couldn’t believe you were alive.
I’m so glad that you love your new girl, and that your old girl saved your life.
I too remember that phone call. All I could picture was you standing all alone on 695 with your car totaled and pray that someone was there to help you. It’s been a long, painful journey, which you are still in the process of recovering from. Your legs are a daily reminder of that awful day, and I hope that someday in the very near future, all will be healed. For now, enjoy your new beauty and feel confident knowing that she’s going to be with you for a long time to come