February 6th, 2003 was a big day in my life. On that day I started my first day of work at the church I currently serve in. (I just celebrated five years of serving at that church, LIFE.) I secured an internship under worship leader Tommy Walker that same day. It was also the day I wrecked my car.
I totaled my car by swerving into another car on a freeway onramp in Pasadena California. That accident jeopardized my plans of driving to the new church and preparing for my first meeting/rehearsal with a new band. Thankfully my brother rescued me and drove me to our family’s car lot (my dad’s office). I arrived at the rehearsal a little that night...not a great way to start a new job.
I got a new car that day; at least it was new to me. My dad gave me a car he recently purchased: a 1986 Ford Mustang our family named “Silver”. Silver and I spent five years together. We have been through a lot together. Now we are through.
Maintaining an older car is an ongoing process. Things fall apart. The lure of a newer car called out to me with increasing strength. So now I pilot a 1990 Acura Legend; it’s four years newer. The automatic transmission makes eating behind wheel a breeze.
I miss some things about the stang. The car looked pretty cool and accelerated quickly. On the downside it leaked a lot of oil on my friends streets. (I learned not to park it on driveways.)
I still dream of driving a newer car like a Subaru WRX, a Scion XB or a smartcar but I am learning to be content. After all, it’s just a car and there are more important things in life than cars.
