Sheena, a 1991 Chevrolet Corsica, was born when I was 11, in grade 5. I had no clue that Chevrolets exist, I didn't know that there was such thing as an automatic transmission and of course I had no idea that I would end up in Canada later on in my life.

I first met her when I came to Canada as a tourist in 1998 for two weeks. Then I was back again in 2000 and Aniko let me drive the Corsica - I pretty much learned Canadian driving with that car.

Then I was back in Hungary for a while and when I came back to Canada in 2003 I had no car for almost 3 years. I knew the TTC system inside out, I traveled all across the GTA on the subway and on buses. It wasn't bad at all - it was just inconvenient. Then Klari Neni, Aniko and Steve gave me the Corsica just about a few weeks after I started dating Rachel. And i drove back and forth between Toronto and Burlington a million times to see Rachel. I would take the car to work when I was running late in the morning and I used it to go shopping with. Then we moved to Mississauga and here life is totally dependant on having a car. I spent looooooong hours sitting in traffic jams on the Gardiner and on Lakeshore Blvd. Grrhh. Daisy's first ride was with the Corsica too! We went to the puppy park with Daisy and she loves that car a lot! We went snowboarding to Blue Mountains several times, we went camping to Algonquin park, to Home Depot (10000x times), the pet store, visiting Rachel's parents, going to the airport, etc, etc, etc, etc. Then trouble came and the Corsica started acting up bad. I got pretty mad. I had to push that car in a terrible blizzard a week after my nose surgery across the GO parking lot. The alternator died, the car would stall at random times, it wouldn't start, etc. Then Steve suggested that I should probably give that car a name because after all, she's an old lady who's not so healthy any more but means well nevetheless. The very first name that came to my mind was Sheena. From the Ramones song: "Sheena is a punk rocker". :) So I named her Sheena and I started to look at her as something more than just a car: she has been my companion on the road for thousands of kilometers and with her help I got to go to many places I wouldn't have otherwise been able to see.

Today, on my way back from the GO station I felt much like on the last day before I left Hungary to live in Canada: excited for the new trip but I already missed what i was leaving behind. Today, I was really excited about my new car but I also felt sad because I know that Sheena will cease to exists soon, she will no longer be my favourite lemon parked on the street. I turned off the heat so I could hear the enginge running, I went on the highway, out of my way, to hear her 6 cylinders roar for the last time. She sounded like thunder then we got off the highway and on the way back home she bid farewell to me in her silent low rev voice.

No, i'm not completely nuts. I'm merely a very emotional person.

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