RIP Roxanne Revue
We had some good times, you and I. I remember the day I picked you up. October 23, 2004. It was the day typhoon 23 hit Toyama, so driving home was a pretty bizarre thing. We didn’t do a lot for the first little while — we went to the store and back. Sometimes we’d go to Toyama, and that was always dodgy in winter.
Over time, I grew accustomed to you, and I decided we ought to go on a trip together. We went on a whirlwind roadtrip to Tottori at the end of August 2005. It was epic, and I think we really bonded. We learned what we were each capable of, and a new chapter began. Soon, we were roadtripping all over the place: Shikoku in 2006; Kyoto, Nara and Ise in 2007; Kyushu in 2008 and again in 2009.
In 2009, as I looked for a new job, you faithfully carried me through dodgy backroads to get me to my interviews in Nagoya and that shithole in Nagano with the log-rolling. Though neither of those jobs panned out, I felt secure that if nothing else, I still had you.
Finally, I was offered a job, and a big part of my getting it was you. By having you by my side, I was a much more attractive candidate. Thank you.
You helped me lug my stuff to the other side of the country to start a new job and a new life. It was a hard life for you, one you weren’t accustomed to, and one you didn’t take to well. You had to sit out in the rain, you had to travel far more than you’d had to before, but you did what you could and I was glad for it.
In all our time together, the only problems we’d ever had was when one of your eyes went blind, and that day you wouldn’t wake up without a bit of help. This new, harder life, though, took its toll on you, I’m afraid.
The extra travel, the water getting into your bones… in the end, it was too much.
On Friday, September 3, 2010, Roxanne started to bleed. Though I did what I could to stop it, there wasn’t anything I could do alone. I called in the professionals, who hooked her up to life support and sussed out what was the matter…
I’ve just learned that she’s terminal. Our last trip together was to a Yellow Hat before the tow truck took you to that horrible Mazda shop…
I’m sorry we never got to go to Kyushu together again. I’m sorry I took you for granted. I’m sorry I didn’t take you to people who would take proper care of you. I’m sorry it’s ended this way, because there was still so much good in you…
This Saturday, September 11, 2010, sometime in the afternoon, I’ll go and collect my stuff from her and discuss what to do with her. I hope someone is willing to deal with it for free, because I can’t afford to, and I’m not sure I could handle it.
Goodnight Roxanne. I’ll miss you.