The immanent death of Shakespeare

Guys, my car is almost gone. He is going to be dead soon, and it's really sad and hard for me.

I've written about Shakespeare before. (My little Mazda Protege') And how he has his quirks. Well his quirks have turned into problems. Major problems.

I'm pretty sure the transmission is going out. He also has this problem where if I'm at a stop sign or switching from reverse to drive, he'll just kind of turn off. He turns off when I'm waiting to turn left in intersections. He turns off in parking lots. Also, he doesn't like it when I am stopped at night and have the head lights on. The belt starts yelling at me. I also can't have my heater or re-defroster going while I'm stopped. And sometimes I also have to turn the cd player off.

As much as I hate my car, he has been a good car for me. He's lived about 5 years longer than everyone guessed. He has put up with me not letting him die. Driving off and around when I get upset. Staying parked in random parking lots when I run and just need somewhere to cry. Shakespeare has been my biggest pain in my butt, but he has also been a safe place for me. (which is funny considering how unreliable he has gotten.) He is also impossible to break into unless you break a window. (please don't. he's going to die soon anyway.) I only locked my keys in one time, and that was enough.

So here is my eulogy to Shakespeare Bon Jovi, my dear little '98 Mazda Protege'. Shakespeare, my little friend who is old, white and still around. You have been a royal pain, but a trooper none the less while I ended high school and started college. You have kept going when everyone except me was betting against you. I guess thats where we are similar, we are both far to stubborn. But you have finally realized it is time for you to move on, and now I so do I. As much as I complained about you, and told you I hated you, I will miss you. I knew how you worked, and you knew how I worked. You taught me so much. I learned how to change oil, change an alternator, fix a head light into working, change spark plugs, test a battery, change a battery, check the oil and tranny fluid levels on a regular basis, change a tail light, trick an automatic into shifting, and much more. You were always more helpful than I gave you credit. So despite how incredibly insane you drive me, I will always have a special place in my heart for you. Rest in Pieces Shakespeare.

(p.s. For those who may not know, the Bon Jovi is because that car is living on a prayer.)

(p.p.s. For my original post about Shakespeare, see "The little Mazda that could." posted in March of 2011)