The Day My Ford Escort Died

I'm sure every single one of us has a story about the old beater of a car we once had. My story begins with the two hundred dollars and a blue Ford Escort.

This fantastic car (note the sarcasm) lasted me almost a year and all in all, I think it was really worth the two hundred dollars. I think it's also worth mentioning that this car was my first, but I had only just learned how to drive a stick shift and I was twenty one years old.

So, the Escort had beautiful, pale blue chipped paint that reminded me of a clear sunny day. I not once considered giving that gorgeous body a makeover.

The inside of my baby had precious pleather seats and the best part was that if you were the passenger, it had a great feature called 'super recline.' All you had to do was remove the small board from behind the seat (the one that was stolen from the stepdads workshop to hold the seat in place) and the seat would immediately lie all the way down so you could get a nice nap while I was driving.

My, absolute favorite feature about this car was the decorative rope that held the driver's door shut. This was awesome because I felt just like the Dukes when I got to slide into the car through the window. Sometimes though, I had to get in through the passenger door. The rope feature was also a bit like air conditioning, because when driving down the road sometimes the knot would loosen just a bit and the door would crack open just enough to let in a nice breeze.

When I first got the car, I had to replace the rotors and breaks, but other than that it never gave me any problems, until...it left me stranded.

That beater decided that it was going to commit suicide and leave me, my friend, and our kids alone on the side of the road.

The nerve!

It was such a hot day, we all couldn't wait to get where we were going because said air conditioning in the car was just not cutting it. But, out of the blue, some sort of smoke began to leak out from under the hood. And then, the sputtering began. Thank goodness we had a place to pull over in the shade, because once we stopped beater Ford Escort passed away.

I will never know the causes of death, for at the time I didn't really care to know why. But, I will always remember beater Ford Escort when I think of the worst car I ever owned.