My family also instilled in me the idea of saving, so I also saved. I must say that the way I used to get around was not public transportation, but cabs, and I spent a “small fortune” on them. One day, when I had to go to the terminal at 4 a.m. to be able to travel to my master's degree, the cab driver did not arrive and my father, who at that time had a van, had to take me. The detail was the conversation we had that day: Dad thought it was necessary for me to have a car.
I remember thinking all that week about what my father had said and I came to the conclusion that I did need one. So I began the process of looking for one. I went to several agencies at that time and I remember that the prices of the cars exceeded my savings and that I did not want to “get into debt” with any bank or anyone else (my dad had told me that he could lend me money if I needed it).
One day I was leaving work when my brother-in-law told me that someone was selling a Toyota Yaris. All the cars my dad had owned were Toyotas, so I thought it was great and went to see it. The car was in good condition: air conditioning, brasswork, engine, box, sound and best of all, it was within my financial means. So I went to the bank, wrote a cashier's check and bought my blue Yaris: my first and only car.
In this part I must confess that although I learned to drive, it was more comfortable for me to give the car to my brother or my brother-in-law to pass for me. Likewise, I never dared to travel with the Yaris because the streets of Venezuela are not the safest. Also, if I went to a party or a night celebration, my mother begged me to leave the car at home, because she was afraid that something bad could happen to me, since I have visual problems.
Anyway, that's how I had my car, for 3 years, which I used from time to time and always with great caution. Then came the economic crisis in my country and it became very expensive to maintain a car, so I decided to sell it. My father told me at that time: “What happens is that you never fell in love with the auto. How is it to lend the auto? Nobody lends their auto. That car was good”, he claimed to me as if the relationship between a person and his car was a relationship of affection. And maybe that's true. Maybe I only bought that car because my father told me I needed it and not because I really wanted it. And as in a relationship, if you no longer feel comfortable, even if you don't want to, you should end the relationship and that's how I ended up with my first and only car: the blue Yaris.
The images are from my personal gallery and the text was translated with Deepl
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I have had several cars and trucks that I loved and gave names to. Maybe one day you will be more comfortable driving and form a connection with your car.
I think it is about the experiences or places it took you.
Yes, maybe my father was right and the car must be “taken” to heart. Thanks for your comment, my friend. Regards
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I understood you perfectly. I couldn't have a proper relationship with a being like that either and I no longer have the sight or desire to start over, well, and I don't really either; but you're young and everything changes.
Now I don't have the economic possibilities I had before, but I hope that we will become a prosperous country again with better salaries and I will be able to buy a new car, at least. ;) Greetings, amiga
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this was my first car. it was small, it was old, it was not so great, but i was driving it for few years more than it was safe too. For last few years it had few holes on the bottom of it (small ones :) ) and no mechanic wanted to lift it up as they were afraid it will fell apart. but it never left me anywhere on the road.
in the end it had go to the scrap metal and it was a bit emotional :D
Your story is very touching, or at least I feel that way. The last truck father had and he called it “My Girl”. Because of his illness, dad had to sell his truck and I think it was a very hard blow for him to get rid of his “Girl”. Greetings and thank you for your complete and heartfelt comment.
P.S. You should do your #memoirmonday share and tell your story.
I love this model of Toyota! We had a Yaris for a few weeks when we were in St. Thomas a few years before the pandemic. It was the most capable rental car we ever drove there. The island was formed by volcanic activity so there are some impossibly steep hills and that little car handled them with ease. It was perfect for the narrow roads on the island.
Yes, it was a good car. When I decided to sell it, there were a lot of people who wanted to buy it, for my sake. I hope you have a great week my friend and everything is going excellent. Abrazos
Thank you Nancy! We're still moving in but we just signed the contract to list our old condo. The listing goes live on Jan 1 so we hope it sells quickly! I hope the week is being kind to you. Take care and enjoy the rest of your day!