The Return of the 'Scort

The first car I owned I purchased in 1997 during my first year of grad school. It was a 95 Ford Escort hatchback with a unnecessary spoiler (it shook whenever you went higher than 70) and had the most impressive turning radius. I loved that car. I always said I would have that car until the wheels fell of (it was paid for, after all).

In October, after buying new tires and a new muffler, the 'Scort needed new struts and I decided that the wheels coming off was inevitable, so I bit the bullet and traded it in for a newer car (an 06 Saturn Ion). I bought the car and was to return the next day with the 'Scort's title to sign it away to the dealership. You wouldn't believe how tough that actually was to do. I mean, this car and I had been through a lot together; grad school in Virginia, 3 years in North Carolina, and my move back to New England carrying my parents and 2 cats.

I still remember driving away from the dealership and looking at it for what I thought was the last time. I sometimes wondered what became of it. Most likely the junk yard. It's seatbelts were broken, the suspension was shot, and it had 120,000 miles on it. I think the stereo that I put in was the most valuable thing in it, and that would shut off for no reason.

So I can't tell you how surprised I was when I saw her today 5 blocks from my house. I was driving to the gym, when I saw a black Escort parked in front of a house. I had just assumed it was another black Escort when I saw a parking pass from the school that I work. I turned the car around (I had to do a "K Turn", as the Ion does not have an amazing turning radius) and pulled up next to my old escort. It was the same car; parking decals from my old place of employment in NC, a Roy Carpenter's beach decal and broken seatbelts. I was stunned.

After spending a few moments next to the 'Scort, I got back in the Ion (before someone called the cops on me; I looked very suspicious peering into this car!). It was then that a wave of guilt hit me. I had been too hasty to get rid of the 'Scort. It's wheels had some life in them after all. Here I thought she was dead all along, when she actually got off life support and is living the remainder of her days in someone else's care.

Let me take this opportunity to say to the 'Scort that I am very sorry that I wrote you off too soon. You were a very good car.