Prelude to 3 Parts

You know that curious thing that happens when a Jeep Wrangler driven by a 19 y/o runs a red light at 40 mph at a 4-way intersection, right? You know what I am talking about, don't you? Quite spectacular of a scene! Not so much, though, when you are traveling perpendicular to her direction of travel at a similar velocity and have the green light.


The crunching of metal, the shrieking of tires.... 'brace for the G's', as Dr. Thompson once wrote, as you spin uncontrollably around and through the intersection, no longer in your original direction of intended & desired travel.


Once everything stops any Jalop already knows the truth. The Prelude, my Prelude, which I have driven since 1998, is totaled. I have watched the odometer roll over from 7.1 to a now frozen 149,671.6, halfway to .7, for the last 15 years. She will never make it fully to that .7. The Silver Wolf will no longer rest in her den. I was going to replace her bushings for her 150,000th mile.

In subsequent posts what will follow in 3 parts will be my tribute to the greatest car I have ever driven (well, that 911 Carrera 4 was pretty sweet, but that’s another story), and my take on how cars reflect and impact our lives from day to day & from childhood to old age as I now look to the future and the purchase of a Subi-yota-ion BRZ.

The Prelude is Dead! LONG LIVE THE BRZ!!!!