A coworker ended up with my old CRX

Small world. No, I don't mean the disney ride, I mean as in how ironic. Back in 2001 I sold my 1988 Honda CRX to a family friend. I had taken relatively good care of it engine wise - regular oil changes. Body wise, it was ok. It had a few distinctive dings in it, mostly of the "I keyed your car" type. Which I figured were caused by some F-150 driving rednecks who "don't like them Jap cars". Well F-150 drivers, those will now be built by my cousins!! Meanwhile most of those 'Jap cars' are built here in the US, by workers who don't shaft the buyer. Unlike workers at a local truck plant who don't put parts on the truck 'because they don't feel like it' (like a friend who worked at the plant told me about) -- but I digress.

My coworker has been driving this car for at least 2 possibly 3 years. Recently I had read that great book, "Getting Things Done" by David Allen. One of my projects was Cleanout the Garage. In said garage was a donut spare from the CRX I sold. I remembered that my coworker had a CRX, so I finally remembered to ask him if he wanted the spare. Sure. This morning I brought it in. As I was talking to him, I wondered if it had been my CRX. He explained how he had bought it from a used car lot that had bought it from an auction a couple of years ago.

He mentioned that he had replaced the windshield on it and had to scrape out some silicone. Funny, I said, I had a leaking windshield that I had fixed by caulking with silicone. "On the drivers side?" I asked. "Yes". Then he asked, was the side window ever replaced. I said, yes the guy after me locked his keys in the car and ended up busting out the right side rear passenger window. He said, Yes that's the one and said the seal wasn't the original. He walked me over to his car, and there on the passenger side door was a vertical rust line about 1 inch long and a sharp indentation next to it. The same one I remember finding one day after going back to my car from school - a Navy school no less. Perhaps it had occurred earlier, but it was the first I had noticed it, back in 1989.

Then he opened up the hatch and I looked at the bumper, same scratches on the top of the bumper where I had dragged something heavy across it. Hey, I used to be very petite, and I still rest heavy things on a bumper before I lug them into my van.

My other half wants me to get a picture. If I remember I will and add it to this.

At least my coworker takes care of it. He says the engine runs great. Which is great to hear despite the 2 other owners after me. One who I know abused the car - drove it down a dusty road to work everyday for maybe a year. Lost the wheel covers, don't think he gave it regular oil changes (or air filter changes). The other guy I don't know how well he took care of it, but he was a young kid and I don't think he could afford to keep it up as well as I did.

Small world indeed.

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