RIP car radio
8/2007 - 3/2008
My little car stereo, the one I wrote about getting last August, has moved on to a pawn shop in the sky. Yes, apparently there are thieves, vandals and/or crackheads in Austin too - not just in San Francisco, as I'd originally experienced - and one or more of them made off with my beloved car stereo at some point last night after throwing a softball-sized rock through my front passenger window. They left my rollerskates in the trunk though, thank goodness for small favors.
My poor little cheap Chevy Cavalier, she's been through so much. Backed into while at a full stop, rear ended by a cab at the airport, two windows broken, two stereos stolen, hit-and-run collision on the back bumper, more parking tickets than I'd like to count. And how could I ever forget that traumatic car-related chain of events I refer to as "Black Thursday"? Clearly the bad car-ma followed me all the way to Texas. Is it time to let her go?
For now, I'll be humming to myself in my car again, trying to not dwell on that pang I feel every time my right hand instinctively reaches to turn on the non-existent stereo.