We've had our car, a red 89-series Lancer, for more than two years already. It was given to us by mama and papa, andrea's dear mom and dad, as an unspoken gift. And it has served us very well except for a few (alright many!) occasions. And ever since we've had it, we've experienced several road adventures already - the latest of which included a busted tire and an incredibly busy but lucky afternoon on Marcos Highway.
I admit, because of the high maintenance that it required, I've seriously considered selling the car. And i've thought about it for quite some time. No disrespect intended for mama and papa, but because Mateo (our son) now rides the car with us, I've grown more cautious and sensitive to the way the car performs. And with the creaking sounds and all I fear that it might just break down on us leaving my family in the middle of nowhere, miles and miles away from the closest help, or even worse, (God forbid!) if it causes an accident.
I thought about buying a new one but since present financial situations won't allow us, andrea and I decided to just take measures in restoring the car we learned to call ours.
So the first thing we did was to take it to Rapidé, an automobile service shop, for a detailed checkup. I mean, before we could restore it, we had to find out exactly what's wrong with it first. And man, it turns out there's a lot. The red car was in a far worse situation than we thought it was - around 45,000 peso worse.
Bottomline - the car is in a bad shape. It has served as well but it has almost reached its end. Either it receives the restoration it badly needs or it conks down on us for good - this car we call ours.
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