R.I.P. Sweet Corolla #2

i tried not to get attached, i swear.

knowing the gods would be jealous if i loved my car too much, i avoided naming it, referring to it as "my car", nothing to imply its worth to me. i picked a blah color- gray- that neither inspired nor disgusted me. i adorned it with only 3 stickers and some pipe cleaners. 

but when you spend so much time with something, you're bound to form a relationship. my car was my second home- i ate in it, slept in it, stored toys, clothes, and tools in it. i stuffed it full of my valuables and drove it from SF to ABQ. 

here's a nice diagram from the police report of the accident.
my car is "Unit 2"

but you can only fool the gods for so long. my first corolla, the "MC", met its sudden death at the hands (rungs?) of a 16 ft. steel ladder lying across the lanes of 101-S near the Mountain View exit. this corolla had been resting, parked on the street at 10pm, when a driver plowed into it and sent it flying clear across the intersection. luckily, no humans were physically hurt. but i shook my fist to the sky when i said bye to my car today. i collected the pipe cleaners, 1 sticker, rocks, sage, and other odds + ends into my environmentally friendly cloth grocery bag, and sat in the driver's seat one last time.