Forward Shift

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Forward Shift

People can get nostalgic when trading in a car. They often spend their final time with the vehicle and affectionately pat the hood goodbye. Photos are snapped and eyes get misty. Since I sell them for a living, I felt impervious to such emotions. I recently purchased a brand new car. As I parked my old car in the trade lane, I felt sad, and a little disloyal. The first love affair was the car itself. It came onto our lot on a Monday and it was in my driveway the very next day. I actually purchased another new car three weeks earlier, but the chemistry and love weren’t there. My impulsive decision was validated by strangers in parking lots complimenting me on my great looking car. For me that new car euphoria never abated, I loved that car from the beginning to the very end.

In the three years of ownership I had many passengers, but one came to mind that day. I remember our first date on a rainy June evening years earlier. As I emptied the glove box I smiled when I glanced at the passenger air conditioning vents tilted downward. My climate control knob was a bit worn. It is difficult to capture the ideal temperature for a post-menopausal woman in her late fifties. The volume control had some wear and tear to it as well. Unlike the driver, my passenger didn’t enjoy hearing Richie Kotzen songs played over and over and over again. Eventually my car was parked in my passenger’s garage. Then one day I glanced to my right and she was gone. We never made it to the planned destination.

I am enjoying my new ride immensely. I am still inhaling the new car smell and losing weight by parking in the boonies to avoid door scratching octogenarians wearing white belts and shoes. My newest car still plays my I POD, but now magically displays the album cover on the screen! This car is equipped with an awesome back up camera too. It reminds me that it is generally better to move forward as opposed to looking back.