Here is our old Explorer. We decided to finally get rid of it the other day. It really wasn’t doing much for us these days except taking up room in the driveway, looking like a piece of crap, and tempting us to drive it without insurance. We’d already decided not to drive it anymore, and we’ll go for a more fuel efficient vehicle next.
As punishment for taking it out when we weren’t supposed to, a tire exploded in the middle of it’s last journey. This picture doesn’t really do the damage justice, but it was pretty intense. It was the wake up call we needed apparently because we knew right then we didn’t want to spend another dime on fixing that tire or anything else to make it road worthy.
Somehow we managed to drive it back home. Luckily, we were only a couple of miles away. The whole drive home you could hear the ka-thud and the slap of the exploded tire each time it completed it’s rotation and we got quite a bit of attention. My favorite was this guy in his shiny new convertible that was trying to point out to us while we were driving that our tire had a problem. As if we couldn’t tell. Haha.
We got this baby about 3 1/2 years ago. So just before Jordan and I got married. This master of transportation came with many charms. It seemed to be busted for drugs before it came to us, because all the door panels were ripped off, and there were little drug baggies (empty… haha) all over. And let’s not forget the assorted box of condoms left in the back. No joke- at least 50 condoms. This girl wasn’t messing around (we know it was a she there was a picture of her and her daughter left in here as well). It was a pretty trashed up vehicle. But a little scrubbing down and it worked just fine for us.
The only personal touch we left was this sticker for I guess the radio station she listened to all the time. I still haven’t listened to it once, but I guess it let us pay tribute to the memories of this vehicle.
I’m happy to say we did make an improvement or two to this vehicle besides the regular car maintenance. This lovely rear view mirror was put in only after putting up with the 4 times cracked mirror for over two years. The cracked mirror made for some distorted views, but no one got hurt so it must’ve not been too bad.
Our other improvement was the radio Jordan sneakily installed one day. It was fun having it while it lasted, but I’m afraid one of the hazards of not having a key to lock the doors on the car and maybe living in a not so great neighborhood is getting broken into. The only thing we really lost to one of the break ins was the radio, which wasn’t even a CD player. If they tried to sell it at a pawn shop, they maybe got 5 bucks for it. Not worth your self respect. Our car was broken into several other times and each time it’s like they wanted us to know they came even though they didn’t steal anything (we never kept anything valuable in there) they’d leave the glove box open or the console, or a light on. Bad criminaling if you ask me.
As we cleaned it out for it to get towed away, all I could think of were the good times we’d had in this car. Even if it is a piece of crap, it represents a big part of our lives. The first time I saw the Explorer was when Jordan picked me up from my grandparents house after I got stuck in the snow driving home from a 3 week trip to California. Since we started dating, that was and still is the longest we’ve spent apart and it was really hard to be away from Jordan for that long. He didn’t know I was coming home that day and when I got stuck in the snow, he immediately drove up to pick me up (Luckily, I got trapped pretty close to my grandparent’s house so I could chill with them while I waited). I missed Jordan so much and I was so excited to see him drive up in this roughed up suv. It seemed really sad to me to part with it. I guess I’m a hoarder, but this old junker was more than a vehicle to me. It represented our beginnings. Good bye Explorer. You will be missed and remembered.