My Honda

We had just moved to Smalltown, and there's no bus system here. My car was terrible; buying it was a big lesson in the school of hard knocks. Within a month of moving it was relegated to the junkyard. Beloved is a trucker, and the only way Sweetie (daughter) and I could go anywhere when he was gone was to call on a few friends at our new church, who were very generous.

A woman in my Bible study group was preparing to sell her mother's Honda, and Hondas have a great reputation. But we only had about $500 to spend, and my friend wasn't saying at first how much she wanted for it. (I checked later, and the blue book said it was worth $1800.) When the time came for her to sell it, she and her husband decided to give it to me! This woman had known me for 2 months. They had the cracked windshield replaced, and when I went to pick it up, she had just finished washing it and the gas tank was full. She even gave me the gas card she got as an incentive from the glass company. This car had been in the family since it was new, so I also got all the maintenance records.

It had 218,000 miles at the time, and I put on 15,000 miles over a year and a half. It always started, no matter how cold, and was such a great little car. But the heat stopped working, and a week later the fuel pump broke, and on advice from several car people, we decided it was time to stop paying for repairs. We used the tax refund to replace it.

And of course, I gave the Honda away to somebody else who could fix it cheap.