Farewell Toyota Rav4

...and I never got the chance to say goodbye...

My Rav4 surviving the muddy slopes of El Kabayo Falls in Zambales nearing the end of its prime years.

I loved my Toyota Rav4. Heck, I still love it even if it's gone. It's the car that gave me confidence to drive, that brought me to places I would never have imagined, and the car I used when I started dating Roxanne. It served twice as a bridal car, have seen muddy and rocky terrain, and memories have been built around it.

But unfortunately, it has also been a source of headaches. Not only does it suck gas like a thirsty desert dweller, old age and the problems associated with it have begun to appear in recent years. Usually, cars with automatic transmission have a good five years before wear and tear starts to show, my Rav4 is already nearing its eleventh year.

In the past I tried to sell my Rav4, but often times I'm just too sentimental to let it go. But now that it's becoming a liability, I gave my brother the go-signal to do the dirty work. And just like that, it's gone. And I never had the chance to say goodbye.

Although a possible replacement is coming in September, I still can't get over the fact that my driving buddy is no longer mine. I got too attached to it, so as some of my friends. But change is inevitable, and it's time to move on.

My Rav4 didn't only leave pleasant memories, it made me a better driver, and more appreciative of how automobiles work. Thank you driving buddy, may you land in better hands.