Wednesday, July 08, 2009
When one experiences loss, they immediately realize that the words once used to articulate that which you loved quickly become inadequate and even inane.
As the media mourns the losses of Micheal, Farrah, and Billy, I mourn the loss of another. Yes, my beloved Cruiser is no longer mine.
The time, which I never thought would, has come. In 1997 my Dad called home and told me to clean out the Caravan and meet him at the Toyota dealership in Fargo. This was weird, but I went with it. As I walked in I heard him say to the salesman, "Yeah, I'd like to take another look at the green one with leather." I asked him what one... He said the Land Cruiser, and it pulled up out front. We went for a spin and I was in awe. From that day forward I began to commit at least five of the seven deadly sins, day after day. In August of 2004, playing the card of a father/son bond manifesting itself in the passing down of the Land Cruiser finally paid off. My dear Father entrusted me with what came to be my first love (kind of exaggerating, kind of not). Low end torque, full-lockers, and a whole lotta room made for memories being created on and off road. I have cherished these past 5 years. The Cruiser and I experiences almost everything together, and for that I will always love her.
As I now approach a new phase of life with starting grad school, it seemed it was time to move on. The Cruiser is now 15 years old and had 217k miles on it. With a couple grand in potential repairs coming up it just felt like the right thing to do. As much as I hated selling it, it did feel right. The new owner is a former Cruiser owner who had to sell when his priorities changed a few years back. Not only did this make me feel better about who I sold it to, but also gave me hope. Land Cruiser...I will be back.
So long, my loyal friend. I love you.
RIP- July 6, 2009. 12 years and 160,oo0 miles of Olsen ownership.