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[Only read 'Ray's love for the Riv' if you're not totally familiar with his canon or..y'know, you're just curious. It's just there to put this entry into context! Yay! Context! Woohoo!]
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Apparently, the Riv may be my worst quality as a significant other. ‘Course, I don’t agree with that but it’s what I’ve been told. Not outright, but when your ex-wife still looks at you like she did when you were married, with that ‘you and your car deserve each other’ kinda way, (her ‘hunk of junk’ comment still sort of pains me) you realize pretty quick what one of the problems was. One of the reasons why you’re not together anymore. A trivial reason, but they all add up.
I guess the car’s metaphorical, or a symbol or something. It’s my dream car so I figure when I bought the first one, it was like me reaching a milestone. I’d succeeded enough to achieve the dream. I bought it when I was still married to Ange, I kinda spent our savings on it.
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Fraser never minded the car. I guess you can count a partner in the ‘significant other’ bit, right? I mean, not in that way, but back before I left Chicago, I guess he was my significant other. He was my partner, we came as a pair so, y’know, I think that counts. Anyway, like I was saying, I don’t think he minded it too much. Even though it was ‘cause of him two of them were destroyed. Or three, actually. But that wasn’t anything personal. He never had a vendetta against them… so maybe he doesn’t think the Riv is my worst quality in that respect. I guess I better ask him what he thinks it is. Short fuse maybe. Or that I’m stubborn. I’d go with the fuse thing though, which is mostly Fraser‘s fault anyway since he’s the most annoying guy in the world. So you can’t blame me if I blow my top a coupla times, can you?
Yeah, I think he liked the Riv. Or at least, maybe he kinda understood why I love it so much. More than Ange did, anyway.
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So you could say the Riv’s one of my best qualities. I think so anyway. She’s a great car. She’s been through a lot. It’s kinda nice that I could find another one when I returned to Chicago. It wouldn’t have been the same otherwise and there’s no way I could’ve driven that Chevy around for much longer. Maybe it’s fate. Her and me are supposed to be together. That’s a quality that I’m not ashamed to admit. My love for the Riv. That’s true love at its best.
