My dear, sweet Volkswagen Passat,
Why did you have to do this to me – break down RIGHT before Christmas? We have been sooooo good to you. You have been our go-to vehicle lately… and we have even been bonding a little. Sure, at first I only saw you as the hubs’s vehicle, but I have to say – you are pretty great. You’ve been getting me to and from work with ease, even saving a little money on gas. You are very comfortable, providing me heated seats and a great sunroof on those rare, non-rainy Washington days that I love. In some ways, Passat, you spoil me.
But then something happened. Today you didn’t sound right as I left work. You had me worried at the beginning of my commute, with the rattling/buzzing sound you were making… but then gently erased my panic by quieting the sound. I thought I was dreaming, Passat, and in some ways I wish I still was. Because within minutes of reaching my final destination, you told me to “STOP – check coolant – read manual,” and I complied. I called the hubs, he came to my rescue, and I called a tow truck to take you literally 5 minutes down the road to our local Volkwagen specialist; I wanted you in good hands. I felt pretty terrible, leaving you there, alone, on the side of the road. But it had to be done.
Just now, I got a phone call from the repair shop. They informed me that it might not be too big of a fix, but that they will check on you in the morning. They reassured me you would be secure in their yard until then. I am hoping the fix won’t be too big or too expensive… please don’t let me down now, Passat.
Until we meet again,