Subaru Love, or How I Lived
Tuesday morning on my way to school, I was driving on one of the back road highways that criss-cross Upstate New York. Coming around a slight bend, I saw a car half out into the road I was driving on. I had a decision – slam on my brakes and hope for the best, or swerve around the car blocking the road. I went with the latter.
Deciding not to go into the opposite lane behind the car I attempted to go in front of it. there was more space on the side of the road there, and I thought if the perpendicular auto didn’t move I could make it.
The other car did not work with me on this. I almost made it, but still the car slammed into me on the drivers side of my car. The hit knocked my car off track and aimed me pointing off the road, which I hit at speed – and flipped.
Well, at least that’s what I can reckon. All of that probably took place in about 2 seconds.
Bad luck.
Really, really bad luck. Except…
I had a Subaru.
It saved my life, and I walked away without a bruise.
You were only 75,000 miles young – not even half way through your life. You had so many miles left to go, so many road trips already planned.
This isn’t an ad, by the way. This isn’t one of those new-fangled sponsored posts. (though, we’re certainly open to the idea Subaru 😉 )
This is just a thank you. Thanks to the people who built the car that gave its life for mine.
It traveled the Glenn Highway with me.
It went to Fairbanks with me.
Even stopped to visit the local tavern.
Fought valiantly against the road conditions on the Alaska Highway (which actually weren’t that bad for the time of year).
Went aurora hunting on the Seward Highway.
Brought me to see eagles play on the Homer spit.
We even traveled back in time to the old west.
Took me to the oil fields of North Dakota.
And the pipeline in Alaska.
But it ended its days on a quiet piece of road on County Route 4 just outside of Oswego, New York.
Thanks, Subaru. You made a customer for life.
SO glad you’re okay, Zach. If you’re planning on visiting the East Village while you’re on “my” coast, I’d be proud to buy you a drink.
I mind the time the late,great Harry Chapin wrote a nine minute pick-up line song about upstate New York called “A Better Place to Be.” The song ended up better than your Subaru,the little mdnight watchman just wanted to bed the rotund waitress. You,otoh seem to have genuine appreciation and affection for the car who saved your life. Harry would have had a field day with your story.
Loved Harry Chapin, saw him 11 times in concert. One of the last story tellers of our time, miss him, miss his music.
🙂 like X a million
Surely they can buff out those dents? “It’s only a flesh wound!”
Nice testimonial. Best of luck to you and your next Subaru!