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4-2-19
Personal Article
By Alexis Molina
Everyone remembers their first car. It is a right of passage to be handed the keys to a vehicle
that's all yours. Thinking about it can transport you back to your youth, flooding your mind with
memories for better or in my case, worse. Americans in particular love their cars and find
themselves behind the wheel more often than drivers in other countries, according to the Center
for Urban Transportation Research. When I met Bruce I became one of those Americans.
On Feb 14, 2018 my grandparents handed me the keys to a midnight blue 2005 Toyota
Rav4 in pretty decent condition. That was after months of me whining that I was tired of driving
around my grandfather’s minnie van, a tired, beat up Town and Country (apparently named
Beatrice) and taking public transportation when Beatrice was not available. My grandparents told
me they bought it from a woman from their church, she had just divorced her husband and lucky
for her got to keep both their cars. The Rav4 was hers but since splitting with her husband she
had gotten into something much nicer. My grandfather being the charmer he was offered her $
cars could have personalities, even souls, so we named them. According to Forbes.com 25
percent of people name their cars. I decided my car had to have a boys name. I hated how people
always named cars after girls. I remember questioning my grandfather about it once his reply
was , ‘’Cars like women can be difficult, they require a lot of attention and care.’’ I almost hated
his answer more than I hated the practice of naming cars after women, however somehow it
made sense to me. Being a difficult woman myself, I figured it would probably be bad karma if I
went with a girl name. Little did I know I would be given a run for my money no matter what
name I gave him. My grandfather suggested the name Bruce, I was not really into it.
I sat behind the wheel and instantly felt that connection between man and machine that I had
heard about in movies. I felt like Lindsay Lohan in ‘’Herbie: Fully Loaded’’. “You and me are
gonna have a lot of fun together.’’ I said to him (Yes I talk to my car, he has a soul, remember?) .
I know I am not alone though. According to komones.com 47 percent of Americans admit to
talking to inanimate objects. “What do you think about the name Bruce?” You guessed it , I did
not get a reply, but after a few days of gallivanting, showing off the car to my friends and late
I spent my next few paychecks pimping out my ride. I purchased LED lights to install, an
adapter so I could play music from my phone, a car mount, all kinds of air fresheners, stickers
and magnets, and even a little Puerto Rican flag to stick on my dash. Our first few months were
great together and as time passed I only became more and more attached to Bruce. He became
like a old friend. He was always there for me, even during my first major breakup. I spent a lot of
time crying into his steering wheel during that period. Bruce didn't seem to mind though.
Then came October. Bruce and I got into our first accident , I was following my boyfriend.
We were on our way back from getting Halal food. We had decided to take two different cars
that day for some reason. Long story short he stopped short ,and by the time I realized it was two
late, we collided into each other. My boyfriend's father had to come get us because Bruce was in
no condition to drive, his front bumper was all busted and his radiator was leaking fluid. My
boyfriend’s car and the Hala were ok though. Lucky for me I was dating a mechanic’s son.
Noticing how destreased I was over Bruce, my boyfriend’s father offered to fix the car. Bruce
was out of commission for a week. Being away from Bruce was hard I had to revisit my days of
public transportation and borrowing Beatrice. Two weeks after Bruce and I were reunited, we got
hit again turning left at a yellow light. His front bumper was busted again, but Bruce was
drivable this time, so he remained unfixed. The third accident of that month happened a few
days later. A lady in a TD bank parking lot hit my back bumper while pulling out. I know what
you're thinking , ‘’Oh my god, your insurance!” Well by grace the first accident went unreported
and even though I was hit the last two times, I learned that New York State has something called
duel fault. By the end of it I only got enough money to fix a few things on my car, the back light
most importantly and as for the front bumper. I figured Bruce was gonna have to live with a
missing chunk from his front for a while. My grandfather tried to reassure me by telling me
everyone beats up their first car . ‘’This does not happen to everyone’’ I thought, and I was
right. According to cederberlaw.com, the average person gets into four car accidents in their
lifetime and I was already on number three. However, nothing could prepare me for the trouble
December, the month of my 21st birthday, to really let me have it. December 26 after a night of
celebrating my 21st year of life my boyfriend and I had decided to return to the Air B n B, one
we had visited a few times, in our favorite neighborhood in Brooklyn.We parked in our usual
spot and headed upstairs. The next morning we headed back to the car. As for myself all I could
He was right, Bruce was not where we parked. We spent a half an hour walking up and down
the streets of Brooklyn to make sure we hadn't lost our minds and just lost track of where we
parked. We then concluded someone must have stolen it. We must have made quite a scene
walking up and down the street frantically, because a homeless man approached us and siad. “
You looking for that little blue car with the chunk missing in the front? Oh yeah they came and
towed that thing away about six. You folks not from around here huh? Brooklyn's got them
alternate side of the street parking rules.’’ Mind you we had been to this Air B n B twice before
and had parked in that same spot. Nevertheless, we called up the nearest impound lot and as fate
would have it they had Bruce. An hour long Uber ride, a few hours in the DMV and $300 later
we rescued Bruce.
A week later I went to a lounge to continue my birthday celebration. I figured I had to get my
mind off the disaster that was the day following my birthday. After a long night of dancing and
having a good time, me and my friends headed back to my car, only to find the block we parked
on was closed up with yellow caution tape. Police surrounded the area, and way down the block
was Bruce. The officers advised us that a crime had been committed and my Bruce was
considered part of their crime scene. After begging the police for some information he let us
know that a man had been stabbed and I wouldn't have access to my car for at least four to five
hours. Mind you was 3am. After contemplating what to we took a $50 Uber ride home. I had to
stay the night in my friend’s house because I had decided to leave my house keys in the car. The
next morning we drove back to the lounge and there was Bruce. No more police, no more yellow
Feb 14, 2019 Bruce and I celebrated our first year together. What a journey it has been, one
that I will surely never forget. I think it is only fair that I mention how much I do love Bruce
despite all he has put me through, he’s my very first car and he is reliable when he wants to be. I
feel like he’s just the guy that always happens to b at the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s
been about 4 months since Bruce’s last episode. He’s still missing a chunk in the front, but I’m
set to have that fixed within the next few weeks. Figures crossed that Bruce's bad luck streak has
finally come to an end. Even if it doesn't we will be in each other's lives for a while. Especially
since Toyota’s are one of the longest lasting makes of vehicles, and can reach up to 200,00 miles
Alexis Molina is a New York based Adelphi senior and freelance writer.