Happy Little Geo Metro
Stop Knocking My Car!
Like the Ford Pinto, the Geo Metro has always been the car that everyone laughs at. Born in 1989, the Metro was a small (as subcompact as they come), Japanese hatch back car with a three cylinder engine and a speedometer that only reached 80mph. Though it had much fewer safety and convenience features than your average subcompact (and a horn that not even a caterpillar would take seriously), it had amazing gas mileage. Your image's loss was your wallet's gain. In 1998, the Metro began being sold under the Chevrolet brand. Sadly, the last Chevy Metro was manufactured in 2001.
Though it was towed away in 2005, I still miss my Geo Metro very deeply. My used Metro holds the place in my heart reserved for a first car. My mom gave it to me as a high school graduation present. It was a silver, two door model manufactured in 1993. The gas mileage was so good that I only had to fill up every 1 1/2-2 weeks. As I commuted by highway to and from college (the college being located 30 or so miles away) five times a week, I truly appreciated the low gas bills. I liked that it was small. It meant that the interior heated up quickly in the winter and vice versa in the warmer weather. Though I could easily fit two-three passengers, I enjoyed the feeling that the car fit me like a glove. It was just the right height for me to get into without always hitting my head or bumping my head on the roof when the road got bumpy. No, it didn't have a cd player or even a tape deck, but the radio worked perfectly. As I always forgot to lock my doors, I liked that they locked as soon as you started to drive. Because speeding runs in my family, that small engine kept me out of a lot of trouble. Even in the Winter, when the car would easily spin out and I'd almost get crushed by larger cars, I was still thrilled to own it.
I finally had to give up the Metro because the transmission went. Every time I would put it into reverse, nothing would happen. Try as I might to only park facing out, that's easier said than done. Though the car was light enough for me to manually push it out of the parking spot, it would've been insane for me to do it until the rest of the car fell apart. Our mechanic said that repairing the transmission would cost more than the worth of the car and though I was willing to pay for it, my mom convinced me to let it go. As I watched the American Heart Association (I wasn't going to let a junkyard have it.) tow it away, I wanted to dramatically jump on top of it and sob. However, I remained on the porch and bravely watched it leave the street.
With the recent gas price dilemma (to buy or not to buy?) that our country faced, my Geo was constantly on my mind. If I had still had it, I probably would've been cool, my wheels envied by all. Okay. Maybe that's an exaggeration. However, as the "cool kids" were selling their houses to pay to gas up their SUVs, I would've been enjoying my amazing gas mileage, honking my baby horn as I drove by.
I definitely would've done that.
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