You shine on, Blue Diamond, you shine on.
You’re My Boy, Blue
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I thought I was strange for my attachments to my vehicles. My first was a 1986 Mazda that had definitely seen better days before I got it. Tragically, our relationship was broken up by a full size bully of a Ford truck that ran us over from behind. But oh how I loved that little truck, the football players used to have to push me out of the parking lot at the high school when it was icy cause he was so light. Then there was my 99 Saturn (the Satro) who was the cheapest, most reliable car I could ever had. Me, the Satro and my friends have seen many miles, sang 80's tunes at the top of our lungs, and challenged people at the street lights together (yes, she was a whopping 4 cyl.). I actually cried when the people that bout it from me wrecked her...How dare they? Ahhh, my most recent parting with cars was with Treppy (my 01 Intrepid), she may quite possibly be the car love of my life, I miss her already...her and I share the best memories and speed breaking times. Thanks for this Chris!!
I LOVED my first car. I inherited her from my Grandma when I turned 16 in and well, lemme tell you, it was a beaut! The year was 1996 and all my friends had Jeeps, VWs or BMWs, but my car couldn't help but become infamous on campus. She was a light blue Buick Skylark, '85, with a navy soft top - I mean, could you get any cooler? Oh, and the fabric on the ceiling sagged and I had to pin it up with thumbtacks. Everyone called her the Blue Bue and we used to just troll around town in her, reeking havoc at all the suburban hot spots - the mall, the Snowball stand (they're like snowcones for those of you not from MD), outside the movie theater/record store, at lacrosse games. She served me well, over 200,000 miles on her, and when she finally had to be towed out of the driveway, four years later, I took her hood ornament, so I would always have those memories and still have it to this day.
I inherited my grandmother's AMC Eagle that was off-white, with wood paneling and (pardon me) diarrhea brown lush pleather seats. My sister and I drove it from her home in Ann Arbor, Michigan in 1995 after we picked it up and coined it "the egg with shit stains" (pardon me, again). When we had to use the horn to honk at some idiot on the freeway, the horn squealed like a pig. We lost it and laughed the whole way home.
My Blue Diamond was named The Beast. The AM Radio was a big hit with the ladies but it made up for it with the big back seat. To this day, I have yet to drive a car as smooth. Perhaps it would still be mine if it weren't for that stop sign that came out of nowhere and the swampy ditch that followed. After being towed to the junk yard, I got a modest $75 for it's parts. I'd like to think that Blue Diamond and The Beast are now. Good stuff, Chris. I look forward to more of your musings.
I'm sure Blue would've been touched by this moving tribute. I'm raising my chocolate shake to honor his memory right now.
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