I had to bring my beloved STI in today. The driver's side engine compartment is making a horrible clicking noise during acceleration and the check engine light went off this morning, spurring me to a white-knuckled, "is this serious enough to not drive the piss out of the Black Beauty until Saturday when I'm getting the oil changed anyway or not" ride the entire morning. For the record, I took it easy, frightened like a 12 year old girl, that a piston would blow out the side my hood forever ending the life of one of the few things that brings me joy in this god awful world.
Its only been out of my possession for 3 hours and I already miss it terribly. I imagine some greasy 20 year old automotive tech cramming his sweaty, grease-stained ass into my microfiber seats (which are sure to be adjusted right up into the steering wheel when I get it back) and driving it all over town pretending they work as hard as I do to actually enjoy a car that I had to import from another state just to get the rare black color.
They did give me a 2008 Outback with Tiptronic shifting but it just isn't the same. I felt angry the whole ride back from the dealership, an irrational hatred that slowly burned in the back of my chest every mile I drove in a vanilla white soccer-mom-mobile, a car clearly intended for the exact opposite of my personality. Someone worried about organic food, which wine goes with what meat and probably votes for the green party... this car is seriously feminine. Its got a "just end it all now and beat the rush" gearbox with 4 gears instead of six, and a suspension that feels like I'm getting gang groped by a group of clouds. Worse yet, there's a windshield wrap which is most definitely visible from space advertising the high quality of the douchebag dealership that is probably out whooshing around in my black little rocket right now.
Sometimes its almost too much to bear, and you want to rationalize it off and say its just a goddamn car, but no. If you understand, if you actually enjoy driving, then you too are also visualizing a single tear slowly breaking away from an eye wincing in pain, and running down a cheekbone as well.
