Letting Go -Grieving & Automotive Love

My first experience was watching my '85 MR2 go up in smoke.

The killer was selling my '92 MR2T in '06. I had put so much love and money into that car and I knew her like the back of my hand yet I became enamored with something else. I often think about the great cars I have lost but then I realize that everything happens for a reason and is just another 'stepping stone in lifes crazy journey'. Dwelling on the past is futile.

 

It took me awhile to get over losing my 330 2+2, and a bittersweet taste yet remains after five years. It was dream realized and lovingly restored by my own hand.

Though I had to own a Vintage 12 Ferrari for the first one, I'm now in a been there-done that place...don't want a classic garage queen that I can't drive when and where I want because of insurance restrictions.

The day to day practicality and fun of my 308 has advanced me into a new automotive mindset. I'll keep it a couple more years and then move on to a later model that can function even better as a daily driver.

 

I've only owned one car for a extended period of time and that was a 1991 Nissan Skyline GTS-T. This is quite a rare car in Canada and I owned it for +4 years after importing, broker did it, it from Japan.

The car was an absolute blast to drive with its 2L turbo engine, 5 speed tranny, rear wheel drive platform, and lack of electronic aids such as ABS & TC. The biggest part I miss is being able to just jump in and go for a drive. A touch of the throttle spooled the turbo and you feel right at home again.

My grieving method is simply that a better thing will come. When the time is right I will have something better. I'm only 23 so I have to take a longer term perspective for now.

EDIT: Ironically the MR2 and RX7 are two vehicles that I have been lookign for. However, if my cards play out right I may find myself in a 308, 328, 348 or 355 model Ferrari.

 

I had my belover p1800s, one of 6 RHD in the US, vanish through a friend of a bodyshop. It was to be stored, but the guy vanished. It was a matte silver with the chrome trim. I was waiting on final touch ups to the interior when she vanished. Plate reads: "SAINT NY" and I miss it

 

328 GTS. I always felt "destined" to own one and it was a case of meeting your hero and having it turn out better than you thought it would. I was very familiar with every inch of the car, ever foible, so it almost had a personality to it.

 

I think anything material, once you decide to let it go, you don't regret it too much. There's a reason why you had to do what you did at the time so after the dust settles you're left with good memories. If you're toiling with it too much don't sell and figure out how to hold on