This morning, I took the tags off of the “Old Nole,” my 1990 Honda Accord EX. I’ve owned it for four years and driven it many, many places. It’s kind of sad to see it go. Cars become a part of you (if you’re lucky, they do so only figuratively). It’s been a super car, though. I’ll miss all of its quirks as much as its excellent service.
The Old Nole is going to a good home, though: tomorrow, my brother becomes the third Turner to drive it. I expect he’ll enjoy it at least as long as I did. Possibly longer. She’s still got a lot of life left in her.
The new ride is a 2001 Honda CR-V. I’m still getting used to the idea of driving an SUV. Its nice to drive a newer car, but bigger isn’t necessarily the direction I wanted to go. Of course, once I see how many computers I can stuff in the back before next month’s TriLUG meeting, I’ll probably fall head over heels for it. Or when I see how it drives in snow. For now, though, we’re still feeling each other out.