It is with great sadness that I must report that we had to get rid of our sweet, sweet Bessy today; our 91 Acura Integra. We’ve had her well over 14 years now; she was my first car, the car we drove across Canada in when we moved out west, the car we discovered beautiful B.C. in. Yup, lots of memories with our sweet Bessy, but alas, she has gotten too old and rusty. There was no point in storing her while we’re gone, no point in trying to sell her as the cost of needed repairs by far exceeded her value. It was time to let her go, and we did with heavy, heavy hearts.
If you think it’s bizarre to be so attached to a car, let me just say, it’s cause you didn’t know her. She was dependable, reliable, a real trooper I tell ya’. So what if we had to pour a couple of liters of water into the radiator every 10 km or so, or if the heating didn’t work. Bessy always got us to our destination, never left us stranded. (Okay, she did leave you stranded that one time Tony, but she sensed you never really liked her. She heard the jokes). Bessy took a lot of abuse over the years but did she complain? No, she just kept on truckin’. If you backed out of a parking spot a little too quickly and ended up smashing her mirror against a pole, all you had to do was say “Sorry Bessy”, pat her on the hood and she’d forgive you. Sure she was covered in rust and dented on all four sides, but that’s just character if you ask me. And despite all that, if you cleaned her up and slapped some lipstick on the ‘ol girl, she still looked good (Yes, I’m still talking about the car). Sigh, a real trooper she was. It really hurt to say goodbye. I just couldn’t bear the thought of her being crushed or torn apart for spare parts. You can imagine how happy I was when Spiros told me he found a nice family to take her. Apparently they live on a huge farm with lots of big trees for her to sit under, rolling hills, babbling brooks and they even have other cars to keep her company too. I think she will be happy there. Maybe we can visit her one day.







