Dream

No joke. I was debating against a velociraptor. He (or she?) wasn't even intelligent, just did all those screeching sounds we remember so fondly from Jurassic Park.

Requiem for a Honda

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

John 15:13

I’ve lost a dear and loyal friend. My friend of over six years, James, passed away November 27^th due to injuries sustained during a car accident.

James sacrificed himself, he ransomed his life for the lives of his friends and even while his own body was rent and torn apart by the impact, he saved the lives of those that he loved. His once powerful and robust form lay shattered on the roadside, his beautiful visage scarred by the collision, but his spirit persisted and in one final act of courage and compassion, James carried us all to safety.

I know James was just a car, and you may find this corny, offensive, and even blasphemous, but maybe I hoped that in humanizing him I could attempt to express my gratitude, maybe a little too lightheartedly, to who really saved our lives that night.

Seriously, I’ll miss James. He was the best car you could have ever asked for. He never failed me and I did my best to take good care of him. There was genuine grief felt by myself and a few of James’ closest friends over his demise and many other friends called to give their condolences, all referring to James by name. He touched a lot of lives, and when we remember that James was a car, that makes it pretty darn impressive. (I now wonder if my passing will be as low-spirited as James’)

My heart breaks when I think that I’ll never see James again. He’s a car, not a soul.

However, we can take comfort knowing that James passed away coming home from a concert and full of beautiful women. His two great loves.

James
1997 - 2007