The Civic's curse.

Once there was a little red Honda Civic.  She had her day, her time of usefulness.  She was after all nothing, if not reliable.  She outstayed her welcome, by a few years at least.  This past February I purposely put her in a snow bank to make a point.  Enough really is enough.

It was as though she hid behind this veil of protection, never a dented fender, never a scratch from the car who parked too close.  It seemed she was determined to mock me with her longevity.

We replaced her last March.  Her replacement has been in 2 accidents, the first the front end and last night the back.  It's had a couple of flat tires and a brand new set of four put on...  I have to wonder if she isn't somehow paying me back for every grumbling complaint, and nasty comment? She seems to be saying from her old car haven wherever that is.... "see I wasn't sooooo bad after all!'