She wasn't feeling quite herself. I'd planned to stop for gas anyway so we pulled in to a station where she proceeded to expel all kinds of fluids. Yeesh.
We were only about a half mile away from my house, so I urged her to get that far, and then we could better see what was what. What a trooper. She made it up the hill, and just after I pulled into the driveway, she passed out.
I'd never seen her like that before. She was usually so full of life and energy. But I had to admit, she's not as young as she used to be.
The next morning, I called the ambulance to come get her. I watched as she was loaded onto the gurney and driven away. A few hours later, I got the diagnosis. It's pretty bad as expected, but not terminal. She should be home in a couple of days.
We've had that Subaru for 13 years now. I remember when we got her, mainly because I was preggars with Meego at the time, and I remember the yummy lunch. But still, she's been a good car. She's gotten us through some dicey winter road conditions. She taught both Chaco and Wolfgang how to drive a stick, taking plenty of bruising and grinding along the way.
Watching her get loaded onto the "wrecker" (what a name) was a sad event. She seemed embarrassed at being unable to move under her own power, hoping the neighbor cars wouldn't see.
Driving isn't something I particularly enjoy. I just do it for practical purposes, preferring a bicycle to a car most of the time. But since I drive so little, I want the vehicles I do spend my time in to be good ones. That Subaru and I have some history.
In my driveway is an oil stain from Monday night. She left a trail all the way up the road from the gas station, but she got me home rather than leave me stranded.
And up through the ground came a bubblin crude.
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.
I was like Jed Clampett, but not in a good way.