The Cadillac that sometimes could.

Dear Cadillac,
Sometimes I think about you, even though you’re not around anymore. I loved you most of the time, but in retrospect, I can’t exactly figure out why. I remain with mixed feelings. So you were my first. So what. I think I deserved a little more respect than what you showed me. Yeah sure, you got me to Massachusetts without a word, but I’m convinced its because you thought my friend Katie was cute and couldn’t wait for that miniskirt to sit on your torn leather. You also got me back and forth to New York a few times…we even survived the accidental turn into Camden at 3am. You’re lucky I hit that deer back in August and knocked out your front teeth, otherwise we could have been in some serious trouble.
But what about all of the awful things you did to me? Making me replace your idle control valve THEE TIMES… and your EGR solenoid?!? WHAT is an EGR solenoid?!?!? Well I know now. Thanks to you, 1991 Cadillac Eldorado.
Oh yeah… and what about the time you let go of the exhaust?!??? After my boyfriend spent countless hours giving you an ENTIRE set of new, non-squeaking brakes (after the whole brake incident, story to come), I took you for a test drive, and BAM!!!! There went your catalytic converter!! You sounded like a 747!! Okay it was funny for about 5 minutes, but after I realized how much it was going to cost me, I was so mad at you.
Lets go back to the brake incident. After a long, miserable day of work, I attempted (key word) to stop at an intersection, a big one mind you, in the center of town, and NOPE! YOU WOULDN’T HAVE IT!!! Inching yourself into the middle of the intersection, my heart was about to explode. After that I didn’t even feel bad about leaving you at the repair shop for a week. My grandma’s 1987 Chevy Wagon was a FINE substitute.
Okay yeah, and all the times you decided not to start when I was the last one leaving work and no one else was around? Way to go. Thanks. That was fun. Oh my god, and in the morning, before school, when I had about 2 tardies left before I lost credit for my honors English class, and you didn’t start… I hated you then. So much.
I almost went to Auto-Mechanical School just to spite you, Cadillac. That’s how badly I wanted you to be fixed. I never told you this before, but for a while there I was convinced you were a Lemon.
So it wasn’t all bad, but it certainly was not all good. You don’t know how many times I was on the verge of driving you into a brick wall just to collect insurance, but instead I went to http://www.askpatty.com/click.php?ID=46 . (Thank you world wide web.)
Well Cadillac, I hope the boy who paid $700.00 cash for you and pretended to be a mechanic is treating you nicely. My relationship with another car will never be as heated and passionate as the one I had with you.

Thanks for all the stories.

Love your old battered friend,
Lyz