I miss my car.

Probably the single most thing I miss about my life back in the US. She was fast, she was fun, she was great. She belonged to a friend but the moment I saw her I knew I wanted her. 4 months later I got my chance and I bought her within 10 minutes of checking her out.

She had bald tyres, no air-conditioning, no power windows. Who needs that junk anyways? She had a radio :).

I'll never forget the unbelievable drives I've had with this car. Hundreds of them being back from Sunnyvale in the middle of the night on the 101 with my favourite radio channel belting out tracks on the radio. Will never forget the time I took a 25 mph entry ramp at 45mph in the pouring rain and the inevitable slide that followed with me taking the car sideways down the entry ramp less than 4 feet away from the concrete walls. She didnt let me down and I made it out in one piece.

Will never forget the traffic light drag I had with Wei Jin in his 2.4L eclipse ( mine was 2.0 ). The insane race at midnight on Stanford grounds with Jayanth where we got busted. Getting chased by cops with sirens blaring ? Check. The time I baited a turbo eclipse into a race and beat the crap out of him on the 101. The zillion times I got off on Willow Road and took the 25 mph twisties at well over 50 in 3rd with the tyres screaming. The time I sped down from South S.F to Palo Alto in under 20 minutes on the 280 in dense fog. The time I wheelspun in first for 20 yards at the NOC office. The time I just got in and drove as far south as I could until I reached alum rock where I could go nowhere but up a mountain. The time I hit 110mph on the 101 in the middle of the day. The list just goes on.

This is my tribute to a great car, my first, a dream come true, whose memories I'll cherish forever.

Last heard : the punk I sold the car to upgraded the wheels and tyres and put a cold air intake on her. Sweet.