Bessie is gone. I’ve had old Bessie in my life since the Fall of 1998. She was a class act. All dark and dangerous and sporty with a growl that would make any aficionado’s heart do a happy dance. Teenage boys used to smile at her and give me a thumb’s up. Other men desired to own her.
Bessie was my 1999 Volvo S70 Turbo with a stick. Yeah, I drove a stick. And now, she’s gone. The man who bought her appreciates all her good qualities — and low mileage for a car with a lot of years on her. And Bessie is no longer a girl-car — she has transitioned to a boy-car, the name Gray was mentioned in passing.
I’ll miss ole Bessie. She was a good, dependable car with a lot of oomph.
But her replacement is gorgeous and loaded with a high-tech package (with three manuals to explain all the buzzers and bells which I may never ever even use) and Bang and Oluffsson sound system (that I’ll use). She’s Monsoon Gray metallic with black leather interior and real ash wood trim. Sexy.
She purrs as she accelerates from 0-40 in less time than it takes to type this.
What is this new paragon of vehicular magnificence?
A 2016 Audi A4 2.0 T with 8-speed Tiptronic transmission (that means I can manually shift her plus she also has a peppy and responsive Sports drive which sort of growls on the automatic side).
I’ve only had her a week or so — and am still pushing in the no-longer-there clutch and reaching for my standard stick, but I’ll adjust. She is pretty and smells good — and needs a name. I’m gonna have to think about it. I’m still mourning Bessie.
This car is no Bessie.