Dedicated to ‘The Beluga’
It was getting late and we were still high up on the mountain. The blizzard was in full force, but we were too close to turn back. I vaguely remember the pitch dark and the warm, reassuring words of my mother. We slowly inched up the steep, slick slopes of the Colorado Rockies.
Then we stopped.
A bitter cold hit my face as the window rolled down. Frost cracked off the glass and fell to the ground, revealing a strange man standing outside our car.
“License and registration please.”
We got pulled over on the side of a mountain, in the middle of the night, on the way to family vacation in Breckenridge, Colorado. For driving in a blizzard.
Typically we stay in the climbing zone for our gear reviews, but I’m feeling nostalgic. This last week I had to watch that same truck we drove to Breckenridge drive off with its new owner. I’ve been sitting in its back seat since I was four and driving it since I was 16. I know it from back to front, side to side, and ‘check engine’ light to oil leak.
2003 Chevrolet Suburban – Gear Review
The first thing you need to know about this bad boy is it’s huge. Like fit everything you own huge. For a rock climber that’s pretty cool because it means you can haul as much gear (or people) as you want wherever you want. Just make sure the parking spot you’re about to inhabit leaves you enough room to open your doors.
Next, you’ll, of course, want to know about the odometer. Personally, rather than seeing 270,221 miles (434,878 km) as a mark of age, I choose to see it as a great achievement.
Now let’s get to all the problems. And yes, every one of them has a story. There’s the huge dent above the back-left wheel, put there by a bicyclist (he was fine). The piece of plastic on the passenger seat handle that I bit (yes, bit) out as a child. Then there’s the check engine light that I’ve gone through many pains of trying to get it to shut off, to no avail. And the oil leaks. Which were simply a result of all the stress the car has been put under over the years. And lastly, there was one seatbelt that didn’t work in the middle row of seats. I reserved that seat for my little brother.
Oh yeah, and the A/C doesn’t work.
Despite all of the problems, I continued loving the car. It had everything I needed. Comfort, room, STYLE, a steering wheel, and four wheels. It was the PERFECT first car.
This blog is my little thanks to him. Wherever he is out there.
I named him “The Beluga”. No idea why it just seemed appropriate. What did you name your first car? Do you name your cars?
I’ve saved up my money working hard to buy myself a bit of an upgrade. (With AC that works) But I have no idea what to name it. What does she look like to you?
(My new car next to the Beluga)
Thanks as always for reading!!