I just found out that my dad’s car, dubbed The Calvinmobile, has finally bit the dust.
It was a 1989 Ford Festiva. Lemon yellow. With lightning bolt racing stripes. I couldn’t find an actual photo of it, but it’s basically this car. But with bitchin’ lightning bolts and stripes on it. Use your imagination.
My mom bought it when I was in 3rd or 4th grade and much to my embarrassment, drove me to school everyday in it.
That didn’t last long. She got a new car, and stuck my dad with the Festiva. Which he enjoyed because it got amazing gas mileage — though it wasn’t as good of gas mileage as his bicycle got.
I remember back in 2002 we took a family trip to Galena. And drove that car and my mom’s car. That car barely made it up the tall Eastern Iowa/Western Illinois hills. Chugging its merry way at 35 miles per hour.
So that car sat proudly in my parents driveway for the last 8 years, being used mostly to cart my sister and her friends around town for her 4-year high school career.
Eventually came the time when my dad realized that it wasn’t really safe to use that car for anything but a trip across town to Theisens to pick up some oil for my annual Thanksgiving or Christmas oil change or to do some summer weedwhacking.
But I thought he would drive that car until he was Flintstone-ing it around — you know, cutting the bottom out of the car and powering it by foot.
My mother has informed me that it’s going on to a better place and that my dad has found somewhat of a replacement (how do you replace such a legendary car?) … a little truck.
Although I’m interested in seeing this little truck, I’m going to miss the yellow Festiva and its badass racing stripes every time I go home.