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Mary-Jane – my little Mitsu
Tonight is the night I’m going to hand over the keys to my little 2003 Mitusbishi Mirage. And to be honest: I’m feeling incredibly emotional.
Packing up all the bits and pieces I had adorned my car with over the years was cathartic as the memories of five years washed over me. I remember wanting a little Mitsu more than anything other car and it was exceptionally exciting going with my Dad and my best mate (Chris Hall) to go and give it a test drive and eventually bring it home. I’m not petrol-head by any means. I just like things that look pretty and sound nice. And yes, that is my name on the plates.
Dad and I definitely bonded over it – even before it came – every Sunday we’d go through the trading post looking for bargains. And yes, it’s just like the scene from The Castle. And yes we did buy a lot of stuff we didn’t need.
Maybe it’s a boy thing – falling in love with your first car. But it’s been a crazy journey and it’s brought together me, my Dad and my closest friends. I’ll never forget the time everyone in the band in had their cars in my drive way. Everyone else’s was white – while mine was black. All with red and green P plates.
Chris and I would spend hours tuning a new stereo in, wiring neons into the seat wells, and my Dad would be more than willing to help me wash it on a Saturday afternoon – taking exceptional pride into Armour All-ing the interior until it had that beautiful smell again.
My first drive was straight to a party – I could hardly drive manual and I’ll never forget simply stalling to park. I thought it went unnoticed, but it was certainly the talk of that party.
On our P’s we were the regular chauffeurs to parties and the pick-ups from festivals. It’s literally taken me to some of the happiest moments of my life, and not to mention, taken me home from some of the most sombre.
A human experience
I’ve laughed, cried, screamed, sang, whipsered and sworn inside its little two-door more than I could ever recall. I’ve made some of the biggest decisions of my life while driving in it; or just parking it by the water and taking in the view.
I’ve said good bye to people forever from it, I’ve met people for the first time in it. It’s been as far south as Wollongong and as far north as Newcastle. It’s amazing what kind of human experience one goes through with a vehicle.
I’m lucky enough never to have had an accident in it.
Nearly five years ago I had a plan: buy it, keep it for five years and move on. And that’s what I’m doing. It’s been an amazing part of my life, and something I’ve surely took for granted. But I couldn’t be happier where it’s going – to another fantastic mate of mine, Phil O.
Stay safe, little ‘mage.