Plovember 2: Norse Asian Fusion?

I hated living on campus during my undergraduate college. I am an only child – I’d never shared a bedroom with anyone in my life. Well, save the two horrid summer camp experiences, which were something else entirely.As usual, I digress …My dad was highly annoyed when I announced that I would be moving off-campus my junior year. His response was something like, ‘Good luck with that, no car and all’ (as mentioned in yesterday’s episode, he’d sold my Harold). I scoffed and went on with the plan. My roommate had a car and was willing to drive me since we were going to the same destination (university and the apartment). Some days, I walked a mile (yes, from our apartment it was uphill but only in one direction … let that sink in for a minute) to the bus stop, which was tons of fun in the snow and ice of winter. I did it for quite some time with no complaints outside my own head.Seeing that I would not be thwarted, my parents bought me a car for my next birthday: a 1986 Honda Civic hatchback who was promptly named Sven.Image result for honda civic hatchback 1986To say that I loved Sven is an understatement. I felt like I was driving a tank-sportscar all the time. I had him when I met my first husband and it was Sven that kept me sane. By this time, my college roommate had moved out and he had moved in. But before I digress, back to Sven.And then it happened.Sven stopped working. It turned out to be his timing belt. Off to the shop just down the block from the apartment.Days turned into a week. A call and the mechanic assured me that they were working on things; they’d disconnected the timing belt. A couple weeks pass and I called – no answer. The husband called – no answer. We walked down to see what was going on, only to find the shop, boarded over. As it turned out, a man was there, taking notes. I asked him what was going on and explained my car had been there for repair. ‘Seems the engine of a Honda caught fire and burnt the place down. Total loss,’ the man, a claims adjuster said.I burst into tears. ‘My car was a Honda, but the engine was disconnected!’ I said. ‘Where is it now?”The police impound.’We returned to the house and climbed into the other car we’d procured by then, a four-door, four-speed Buick Skyhawk. It belonged primarily to the husband, so it had no name.Image result for skyhawk car grayThe impound was around the corner and when we pulled up to it, I burst into tears again: there, sitting on a pile of sand, was what remained of my Sven. He was no longer burgundy, his tires were gone, and all the glass was blown out. He was a gray husk. There are no words for the loss I felt. Fortunately, there was insurance, so I was able to get another car. If fortunate is the word to be used …Tune in tomorrow for Not What I Wanted …nanopoblano2016

8 responses to “Plovember 2: Norse Asian Fusion?”

  1. Great to get to know you AR. I’ve never named a car and I know a lot of people who do, I wonder why on both case.


    1. Hi there and thanks for popping in 🙂 That is a great question; my mom’s brothers and her father always had some sort of name for their cars. My dad didn’t, but for some reason I thought it was neat. When I saw the Fiesta, the name Harold just popped in my head, as did Sven when I saw the Civic. If you stick around and follow the stories, you’ll see the up’s and down’s of it …


      1. I will for sure, I love your writing…I’m slowly getting back in the blogging world after a looooonnnng time away. Looking forward to read more and to get to know you better


      2. Thank you so much! Sorry for the delayed reply … the email updates about messages on my posts seem to have fallen into the Abyss 😦 I must leave a note to myself to pop in and check!


  2. Oh Sven is a brilliant name ❤️ May he drive on in car heaven ❤️❤️❤️


    1. Right? I loved Sven. It just sort of happened!


    1. Yes, it was a great heartbreak 😦


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