I was driving home from a job yesterday and in my rear view mirror I hear the unmistakable sound of a Subaru come flying up behind me. Brrrrrrt-tsssss... Brrrrrt-tsssssss. I look back to see an 04 STI. It made me miss my baby. I bought one new in 04 and spent the next few years making her my own. Engine, suspension and body mods o-plenty. She was my baby. She got the best parts, drank only the finest fluids and held a special place in my heart. It killed me when I sold her. I shopped around for a buyer even. No punk ass kid was gonna get her.
I take a second look and noticed the grille and headlamps had been modified the way I had modified mine. WAIT! Its her! I flag the guy down and its still the same owner. I was excited to see my girl again.. until I got close to her. Her intercooler was brown?!? (super clean and a soft brush weekly when she was my girl) Windshield cracked?!? She had obviously been ridden hard and put away wet. He had put twice the miles on her in half the time as me.
He went on to tell me about all the things she was in need of... none of which sounded like they would be given to her any time soon if ever. It was like giving a child up for adoption only to see her a few years later and realizing she has been abused mentally, physically and now she is hooked on meth.
When I drove away I felt so sad. I felt like the kid who was under the impression his dog went to a loving family in the country. Running free on 30 acres mom said. No Johnny... Spot is dead. There was no farm. Just a guy with cash who didn't respect the amount of blood sweat and beers you put in.
Good bye Blue... This is how I will always remember you.
I take a second look and noticed the grille and headlamps had been modified the way I had modified mine. WAIT! Its her! I flag the guy down and its still the same owner. I was excited to see my girl again.. until I got close to her. Her intercooler was brown?!? (super clean and a soft brush weekly when she was my girl) Windshield cracked?!? She had obviously been ridden hard and put away wet. He had put twice the miles on her in half the time as me.
He went on to tell me about all the things she was in need of... none of which sounded like they would be given to her any time soon if ever. It was like giving a child up for adoption only to see her a few years later and realizing she has been abused mentally, physically and now she is hooked on meth.
When I drove away I felt so sad. I felt like the kid who was under the impression his dog went to a loving family in the country. Running free on 30 acres mom said. No Johnny... Spot is dead. There was no farm. Just a guy with cash who didn't respect the amount of blood sweat and beers you put in.
Good bye Blue... This is how I will always remember you.