This not my writing, saw on the Radwood FB Group
be me 1991 MX5 NA
> year 1991
> the trip to the dealership was exhausting, but at least I have my friends with me
> the dealership is nice. People compliment me
> year 1992
> my friends keep getting adopted, but nobody wants me
> is it because I am ugly? Is it because I am red? That can't be it, I have seen others getting adopted despite being red. I must be ugly.
> I am the last one of my original friends
> the new cars are cool to be with, but I keep thinking there must be something wrong with me
> year 1993
> my price tag is lowered
> I must be really a burden
> a couple came in and bought me. I am so happy
> they keep complimenting me and they take me to see nice places on the weekends
> the world is so nice
> we were on a vacation for a week, it was so nice
> their garage is comfortable and it is never cold
> when I am sick I get serviced by nice people who work for the same company who sold me
> I have it really lucky
> year 1995
> owners have a kid
> eventually I get to ride to the kid to pre-school
> other children like my pop-ups
> year 2001
> a new car appears in the driveway
> looks friendly
> they also call it an MX5, but he is different
> I am sure we'll be friends
> but where will it sleep?
> night comes
> owner tells me I have to get out of the garage
> but it is cold outside
> new MX5 gets my place
> it is cold and scary
> I don't want him to be cold either, but.... it was my place...
> for weeks I have been out there. I am afraid my soft top might get cut by bad people
> one day a strange man comes to our house
> they jack me up and talking about my price
> are they selling me?
> the strange man pays and puts the key in me
> i have to go with him
> my family just sold me
> strange man is nice
> he shows me to his family who also like me
> I get to their garage
> it is not warm, but better than the streets I guess
> stange man tells his name
> he does the maintenance at home
> at first I am scared, but soon I realise he knows what he is doing
> I trust him now
> my new owner takes me everywhere
> I am his only car
> I learn all the routes he takes by memory
> I meet with his friends
> he takes me around the country once. It was nice.
> I meet his girlfriend, his family and friends
> they are nice
> year 2007
> one day I get rear ended
> owner has financial problems
> it was a hit and run so the insurance doesn't pay
> he takes the bus instead of me and works extra hours
> for half year I stay in his garage
> he fixed me up
> paint doesn't really match but I don't care, I am free again
> owner still takes longer at work than usual
> did he get a loan for me?
> I feel bad if he did
> can't ask
> one day we roll up to a paint shop
> provably buying spray cans if anythig goes bad
> he leaves me there and gives the keys to an another man
> I hope I am not getting left again
> when I wake up, my paint is completely new
> I like it
> I am so grateful
> year 2012
> owner has financial problems
> tells that he has to sell me
> it hurts, but there is nothing I can do about it
> people come to look at me. I don't like them.
> thankfully they did not like me either
> owner can't skip work anymore for potential buyers
> I am getting sold to a dealership
> goodbye old friend, thank you for everything
> people look at me multiple times a day
> an old man decides to buy me
> he is mean to the salesperson
> on the way to my new home he floors me every time
> he is scary
> I have to live in on the street. No garage. It is cold
> he lives alone
> he occasionally drives drunk
> I am scared, I might die any day
> I want to leave
> I am crying every night silently without tears
> 2014
> my clutch is burned
> my brakes are screetchig
> my oil has not been changed
> my ac is dirty
> my wheen bearings hurt
> I occasionally cough
> I feel the taste of oil when I am moving. I know it is bad
> I feel my radiator leaking
> One time he tried to repair me himself, but he kicked me in the end
> 2015 he tries to sell me
> buyers point out the rust
> oh god... I did not even notice....
> now that I know I feel like I am dying
> 2016 he has a friend who puts some stange thing in my rust holes and when it dries he sands them and paints them. It looks clean but it still hurts
> he tries to sell me again
> a young kid comes
> my owner lies to him
> NO I AM NOT RUST FREE! NO I DO NOT RUN PERFECT! NO MY ENGINE IS NOT DRY OF OIL! DON'T BELIEVE HIM....he is lying..... but I still want you to take me.... I want anyone to take me away..... I will be nice I promise
> he buys me
> I am happy, but I still feel guilt
> I am crying of joy as he drives me, but I keep saying sorry because I know our relationship is based on a lie. I am so so so sorry.
> I see my new home
> I get in a driveway
> a week later he comes with a hard top
> it is cold, but he really cares
> we drive around
> he shows me to his friends
> they are so young
> they like me
> he says he is going to keep me clean and free of rust and problems.... my heart hurts
> I keep trying to keep myself together, but it hurts
> I feel my body hurt more and more and i am getting weaker
> can't lie anymore, my body gives in
> he is scares
> I am not moving for days
> his father comes to look at me
> his father diagnoses many of my problems
> his father calls him an idiot and shames him for buying me
> I am sorry
> I do not see him for days
> one day he comes home with a new radiator
> it feels nice, thank you
> the next week he comes home with new brake components
> have to admit I am getting more confident with these on
> and it goes like this for months
> he stays with me from morning to evening days straight to get everything fixed
> He is really nice, but I hear his family yelling at him to sell me
> I don't want to go, but I have caused him enough suffering
> 2017 he says we are ready
> I go out
> it feels nice. Everything is as it should be. I feel the wind. I am like when I was young
> a couple weeks pass
> whatever my prevous owner put into the rust holes falls out
> oh my god it is worse than I remember
> am I going to die?
> I see my owner being dissapointed
> his family yells at him to get rid of me
> I stay still for weeks
> one day he tells me he is going to take me for a profesional to fix my rust.
> when I wake up it is all gone
> thank you, I don't even care if the color doesn't match
> we go out again
> his friends ask him how much he spent on me
> they make fun of him for spending so much on me and me still being weak
> he tries to race me against his friends
> I try my best but they are stronger
> I am so sorry
> they laugh at him
> he tries to tell them that it is not about being fast, but I know he is hurt
> they hurt him verbally
> a couple months pass and this becomes reoccouring with friends and family
> everybody talks to him about how I was a waste of money, and maybe they are right
> I know he is ashamed of me
> 2018
> one day he comes home with a turbo set
> he has his friends over to help install it
> first it hurts, but I get comfortable with it
> it actually feels nice
> we have even went to a track day once and it helped me a lot
> he tried to race me, but I still lost to the stronger cars
> I am sorry
> 2019
> he said he loves me, but he needs something more powerful
> I don't want to leave him, but I already feel guilty for all the things he has done to me
> thank you
> my new owner comes to pick me up
> he is strange
> I get to sleep in his yard
> he keeps pushing me
> during one of his drifting attempts I hit a guardrail
> my bumpers hurt
> I get towed to his house
> they don't tell me anything
> a week later I get towed again
> are we going to a body shop?
> when we stop I see other cars with similar problems
> this must be a big body shop
> they leave me
> I am waiting my turn
> it is cold and I still hurt but eventually it'll be over
> people come
> they take parts off of other cars
> they do not return with new parts
> why?
> one day a man shows up, takes my generator off
> that had no problems, does not need to be replaced
> he doesn't come back
> did I just got robbed?
> other people come, but they just take
> it hurts
> it is cold and it hurts too much
> why?
> what is going to happen to me?
> am I just going to vanish?
> I don't want to die
> please
> I am scared
> is this hell?
> I wish someone would save me
> whenever someone is coming I imagine they'd take me away from this place
> they just keep taking from me
> one guy mentions his miata is blue but he'll just spay paint the parr from me
> wait
> is this where all the parts I got comes from?
> so whenever I got new parts that means they were from here?....
> how many?
> I am so sorry
> how many had to die so I could live?
> I have no idea
> I am so sorry
> I must deserve this
> I was so selfish
> I did not know
> I am so sorry
> I am so sorry
> I am so sorry
> I am so sorry
Take care of the people you love..
*Stolen from A Group Where We All Act Like Miata's
Who says basic transportation can't be a treat?
