Farewell Honda

After approximately 18 Years of service to the Nachtrieb household, the 1989 two door Accord is moving on the greener pastures, specifically helping public radio and television remain well funded in the Bay Area.

George has been the driver of the Honda since 1992, previously having been my Dad's car for a couple of years (I first practiced to drive in it), then mine for my senior year of high school (after I totaled my shit brown '84 Corolla) and then finally to George. In '92 we drove it across the country (sleeping in it a few nights to avoid being attacked by skunks at campgrounds), and George took it to Middletown, Connecticut for his final year of college, emancipating himself from pedestrian confinement in a small, not terribly exciting town. The Honda then made its way back to the Bay Area, down to Los Angeles for a decade, and finally back up to the Bay for a final year of service that included a commute to Menlo Park.

Along the way, the Accord had lost its stereo to thieves (a couple times), window rolling capabilities, air conditioning, and occassionally its ability to start. The Honda has visited such wonderful sites as Texas, The Grand Canyon, Great Basin, Zion National, The Corn Palace, The Black Hills and Badlands of South Dakota, several Waffle Houses and Cracker Barrels (Cracker Barrel is a big seller of Goo Goos, btw, the world's first combination candy), dropped me off at college, almost got stuck at Mono Lake, trekked to the Gallagher ranch in West Marin and witnessed numerous film shoots and ran errands for political ads in LA, not to mention numerous numerous activties in George's presence of which I have no knowledge of.

A lot of history in that heap. And now it is but a memory, a discarded artifact, and all that will linger is that signature Honda ignition noise faintly wailing in our heads. Farewell.