My first true love (at least in the auto world) is Erin, my 2003 BMW. Long time readers know that I named her for Erin Gray (circa Buck Rogers) because she's gray and beautiful. I used to have a terrible case of car ADD. I never owned a car more than two years. Erin and I have been together now since the beginning.
I remember the day I took delivery. A gorgeous sales rep named Ilse drove her up to me at the dealership in Wuerzburg, Germany and all I could think was, "That's MY car. Get out."
After Ilse gracefully exited MY car and handed me the keys, I vowed to be her only pilot. Other than a short couple of drives from The Wife (who hates driving stick), I've been true to that vow. Together we've seen a lot:
- Putting on the cruise control with the top down at 134 MPH on the autobahn.
- Scratches all over the back seat from constantly putting in and taking out the kids car seats.
- The long wait while she sailed from Germany to Washington State after we moved stateside.
- Sliding down the driveway after a horrendous ice storm.
- Sliding out of the garage into a tow truck, for which our insurance premiums were increased because it was an "auto accident" (even though the car was off because the battery died while I was in Iraq and even though the tow truck driver was the one who told The Wife to push it out).
- Hopping her on to the UHaul trailer so she could make the drive to California.
- Calming her down after parking her new older but hotter sister right next to her.