<p>Haha, not sure how I got accepted with this. Let me know what you think (made my own topic here):</p>
<p>Essay Option 5: Mourn the loss of something which never lived.</p>
<p>We are gathered here today to celebrate the life and mourn the death of a dear friend, an integral member of our family for over a decade. We could only sit back as a body of four-wheel-drive persistence, steel-cage integrity, and leather-upholstered class took us to new heights. Anywhere on the map was fair game. Stephen A. Brennan once said that Our goals can only be reached through a vehicle of a plan, in which we must fervently believe, and upon which we must vigorously act. There is no other route to success. I believe in and miss you, and you are the only vehicle I would choose to successfully lead me on a route. Rest in peace, navy blue 1998 Volvo V70 Cross Country.
I knew no other which had such a capacity for both understanding and 18 gallons of fuel. I never knew of one so blessed with the Optional Luxury Package to toss away vanity and be so accepting of less-than-desirable passengers on its voyage through life. It accommodated dogs who dripped drool down its doors and welcomed massive Destination Imagination backdrops of lattice fencing through its trunk; it would even yield and fold its rear row for room. Whenever I took a seat, I was always reassured by an orthopedic support of acceptance.
I must admit, I was at first embarrassed to be associated with the automobile. My friends were all graced with jock-suiting, junkyard jalopies, while I was stuck with a square, safe station wagon! I might as well have strapped on a helmet and nametag reading life-valuing. But over time, I developed a soft spot for the headlamp wipers, the traction control, and, eventually, the entire (optional) Winter Package. I eventually valued our blossoming relationship. I could stand faithfully by my ride, point at it and exclaim: Give me a jumpsuit and call me soccer mom, Im with sensibility!
One instance sticks out in my mind that absolutely rolled me with respect for the Cross Country. On a normal drive home one night, a deer appeared in the Volvos path. Though surprised and disheveled, the car still managed to plow through the quizzical quadruped with an unmatched grace. I give my automobile credit for keeping its cool. My Swedish steed kept me safe, and I came out unscarred. It gave its hood and right headlight for me, and I still thank it for that noble sacrifice.
It was soon clear that the final park in the garage was driving near. I dont know whether it was the fading of the consoles illumination, the failure of the power steering, or being launched into curbs, but something ominous was in the air. It wasnt that skunk the Civic ahead of me had hit. Yes, that day came. There I was, haggling with Progressive, and up there it was, chasing animals on the Autobahn in the sky. May it rest in pieces, and, regardless of that time they decided to turn off and attract an officer, may its headlight forever light its path through the highways of heaven. As for that deer, another time, another eulogy.</p>