Dad with the Corolla before the sale.
It was poignant moment for me. This was my first car. This was the car on which I had unleashed my then 'raw' driving skills (at that time, skills may be too strong a word). I remember the first time I had passengers on it. Usman and his brothers, returning from Jummah. I failed to judge the stopping distance properly, and ended up with squealing hard brakes. The car managed to stop millimeters from the car in front.
I also recall the first time I was on the 401. We were returning from Etobicoke and Dad was supposed to drive us back. Instead he told me to get on the 401. Express. Middle lane. I drove all the way back at 90 km/hr. Never have I held one pose for so long. It was one of the longest 20 minutes of my life.
The first time I took a road trip with my friends. It was just Sakheb, Andy and Tahmeed, and only to Niagara Falls, but that marked the point where I became confident of driving on the highway, and confident over all.
This car held a lot of memories for me. The first time this, the first time that.... as they say, this was my first car (and I may add you never forget your first).
So, even though I did not expect you to end like this, engineless and powerless, my 1992 Toyota Corolla GLX, this one is for you.
