My dad, me and Blaine back in high school. My hair was so unfortunate.
Blaine is the name of my car. I asked my high school friends to help me name him before they'd seen him, and they decided on Blaine because it sounded like a name for a hot army guy. And um, my car is purple.
I wrecked him in college when I ran into some guy's lowered tailgate. At the time, I didn't have enough money to get the hood replaced, so I just drove around with the mashed-in hood. And then when I did have enough money for a new hood, I figured, "Well, I've been driving around like this for five years already, what's the point?"
Now, Blaine has more than 150,000 miles on him. Probably way more than that. I'm not sure, because I just noticed this morning that my odometer isn't working anymore. Blaine also just got new tires, and we're predicting that these will be the last set of tires he sees. It's also just about time for the battery to die again, because I've been figuring Blaine is on his last leg for the past three years or so, and just continued to get the one-year batteries so as not to waste money in the event that he bit the dust. His check-engine light has been on for almost two years. He is a hot mess.
But hey! He's turning 12! And I intend to drive Blaine until he just can't go another mile. So come on, baby, Hondas are supposed to be fine up to ridiculous amounts of mileage. Keep on chugging. If I buy you that two-year battery this time, you better not die within the week.
Tell me about your first car! Do you still have it? What was its name?