Dear Echo

Dear Echo,

You were the most faithful of cars. Our 7 years together will remain forever dear to me. It is a special relationship, that purchase of the first car.

I knew from the first test drive that you were the car for me. You weren’t the prettiest, or the newest, or the fastest, but you were adorable and affordable. At 198,000 km just to start, you were only expected to get me from A to B for the first 5 years, but you kept going long after that. And sure, I probably spent $1500/year just on fixing you up, but you were worth it.

You even adjusted, when someone new came into our lives, and you had to drive much more than you were used to.

You truly were the most faithful of cars.

What does that make me, then? I gave up on you because of some cosmetic damage. It didn’t damage any of your functional parts, because you’re too good for that. But the insurance company couldn’t see past the dents to your true beauty, and wouldn’t pay for the repairs. Not only that, but they wanted to write you off. They thought you were only worth $2500. Perhaps I’m just too susceptible to peer pressure, because it wasn’t until even the mechanic said I should take the money that I truly realized that I was going to do it. I was going to betray you.

I am sorry, dear Echo, that I had to make that choice. The logical part of me won, knowing that it was a good amount of money for a 14 year old car with 265,000 km. It was the best offer we were ever going to get, and in the long run it would save us money on repairs for keeping you going for the 2+ years you had left in you. I know that probably doesn’t mean much to you, but I hope you can understand a little.

I hope you can forgive me for letting them send you to the salvage yard. I’m hoping it’s kind of like organ donation, and you’ll go on to give life to other cars who are struggling.

To me, you will always be worth so much more than $2500. More than any amount. Walking away from you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.

Thank you for all the times you sat quietly while I poured my heart out to you. You were there for me during some of the darkest times in my life. Thank you for faithfully getting me where I needed to go, and not once breaking down anywhere. I can only hope that the new car, the lesser car, will be as faithful and wonderful as you were.

Most sincerely and with deep regrets,



3 thoughts on “Dear Echo

  1. Ah, my first car was named Pixie. How did you get Echo’s name?

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