5 years, a eulogy
5 years.
Aug 05 we rolled off the lot together, with Any stalling & almost stalling you at every light and intersection.
5 years ago you were stock, and I didn't even know how to change my own oil.
You taught me so much, and I worked on you so much.
5 years of oil changes, of tire changes, of modding from a stock 05 WRX to a "prepped to the extent of the rules" local overdog. Leaning from a noob who barely knew how to drive a manual to someone who can legitimately drive at autox, and on the track.
5 years of trips to the mountains, of trips to Calgary, of trips just because.
We had so much (sometimes too much) fun playing in the winter.
5 years of looking back over our shoulders every time we parked you, of telling you, "Be a good boy, Soobie, we'll be right back.", of chirping the alarm 3 times so you'd honk at us as we walked away, of looking out the restaurant window at you while we ate, of popping out to the garage "just to make sure" you're locked.
5 years of love, of redline gear changes. Of pops out the exhaust if I blipped the throttle while starting you when you were warm.
There's no such thing as a good way to die, but with your race suspension on, with your tires as wide as you were allowed, and your wheels as big as you were allowed, with your race map on your ECU, and competing against the clock seems like a good way to go compared to all the ways you could've gone on the street. Better than being side swiped by a drunk driver, better than being slid into in the winter, better than being stolen to go joyriding.
I'm so sorry, Soobie, I feel so guilty.
