Saying Good Bye is Always Harder

"qbeezy" (qbeezy) 04/24/2015 at 21:55 • Filed to: Goodbyes, New Things, New Car

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I wish I knew how to start this... post. So to begin, here is my first car that I ever bought, with my money completely on my own. This car was the validation that I could leave home, graduate, get a decent job, and show my parents that they raised me properly and become a productive member of society. This isn’t just any 2010 Hyundai Genesis Coupe, it’s the coupe that has given to me more times over than I have given her.

I bought this car a year out of college. This probably wasn’t the best decision. But I purchased her for one main reason. My brother was struggling and just trying to get by. So I gave him my 2002 Galant that was completely paid for. I have no student loans, and I got a low payment and excellent interest rate. So why not help my brother and get the car I was eyeing since the early days of Burn Notice .

There were not very many Genesis’ in the Midwest. So when I caught wind one was in Oklahoma, I couldn’t resist. I drove the 4 hours from Kansas City to Pryor Oklahoma. The longest 4 hours of my life. Was the car still there? Has some one else snipped it away from me? These questions kept creeping in my mind. My wife, girl friend at the time, attempted to console me. God bless her heart. She did more than anyone would expect of her; having to convince her 6’3 300 lbs SO that his big ass will fit in the seat. I was nervous. After all, I have never bought a car before. I played in front of millions of people in tight spandex rubbing against other sweaty men.... wait. I better stop.

It was love at first sight. I had never seen something so beautiful, so close to my reach. It was literally better than the first time I got boob. Not just any boob, but accidental grazing boob. That moment where you touch it and didn’t mean to. And you make that awkward eye contact. And she smiles and blushes. And it felt soooo soft. Softer than...

Sorry, almost went of into another tangent. Derp...

I was the first of 4 people coming to look at it. Sheila, the best damn car salesmen, managed to sneak away the keys from another salesman to allow me a test drive. She said that she would get in trouble, but didn’t care. There was an intense rivalry between the Chevy and Dodge lots. So me and my wife got in the car and sped away. I could feel *almost* all of the 210 HP. I’ve never driven anything with that much power. The only thing I drove with more power was my dad’s 80’s Camaro with 500 hp, no traction control or ABS. I called it Screaming Metal Death Trap.

After coming back, we raced to the finance office. I needed to have it. I was dreaming about this car all through college. It was a dream car that I could afford, nicer than anything I’ve ever driven. After about an hour of reading and dissecting the paper work, I was gone. Driving down the highway, wind in my short stubby hair. Life was great.

This car is like a great bottle of whiskey. 50,000 miles later, driving it every day got better. I don’t know how I could explain it. I got the car with 50,000 miles. I drove it from Kansas City, to Detroit, back to Oklahoma. This car has been with me, cheering me up with thrills for the past 3 years. The one constant, this car has been on my side the whole time. I had two problems with this car in 50,000 miles, a proximity key button stopped working, and the nut on the window motor came loose. At 100,000 miles, the car is as strong as ever. Just change the oil and go. Hit high revs and watch it work.

I even installed a single exit catback exhaust. It was ricer, and it was glorious. I got like totally 7 hp. More than the 2 hp I got with my K&N stickers. I plasti dipped the rims black, and installed a short ram intake.

Then I had to make a business decision today. I got a newer Genesis with 70,000 less miles, factory warranty, and 3 model years newer. I felt like I betrayed her as I test drove a 2010 with a manual and Brembo brakes. Then I drove a white ‘13 with all the bells and whistles. As I stood in the dealership, it felt like a friend was moving away. Not just any friend, but your best friend from elementary school. The friend you got in trouble with for trading Pokemon cards in the boys bathroom. The friend you egged your teacher’s house with. The friend you bleed and sweat with playing sports. The friend who slid you answers when you forgot to study, risking *almost* everything to make sure you both made it through.

This Genesis made sure that I made it through. She made sure that I got to work everyday. That I made it through the Michigan winters. That I made it through the hail storms and tornadoes of Oklahoma. Connecting me to my family when I got the news of the passing of my grand fathers. All of my ups, my downs, my struggles, and my successes were seen in this car. This car gave me the belief that a minority could attain their American dream. That there was hope. That I mattered. That I’ve almost made it.

My friend looked out for me in the end. She gave me one last gift. I got quite a bit more for my trade in making it possible to get the new car. She pushed me out of the car and told me, “You’ll miss me. I was your first. But there are others out there. It’ll be okay. I’ll never forget you”. No. I’ll never forget you. You were my first, I thought my only. I wanted none else, still don’t. But I knew it was time to part ways, after all I went to the dealership.

I am very grateful for all the opportunities and blessings that have been given to me. I can’t say it enough. I don’t deserve it, but I’ll continue to work hard to make sure I do.

Like your first time doing what ever it was, you will never forget. I will never forget. Thank you Genny. Thank you for saving my ass. Thank you for being more dependable than a Camry. Thank for carrying my large ass around. Thank you for taking a beating from shitty people in parking lots. Thank you for being fast as hell helping my wife to the hospital. I wish I could have done more. I wish I could have given you all the high performance parts you deserved. The time at the track you deserved. The 93 octane you deserved.

I can promise you this though. I WILL do better. I will improve. This isn’t goodbye, but see you later.

Rico > qbeezy 04/25/2015 at 11:04

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This was great and congrats on your new pick up man!

qbeezy > Rico 04/25/2015 at 11:15

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Thanks! Its an awesome car. Better all around. Track day!

CaptDale - is secretly British > qbeezy 04/25/2015 at 14:22

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This is a great send off to your lovely car. I am sure she understands and will only hope to be in the hands of someone who will care for her like you did.