The red ’98 Volkswagen that I call Lovie was donated to us many years ago and towed to our shop. I walked past her many times a day as I went about my work. She was in sad condition — faded paint, worn seats, and an interior that had definitely seen better days.
For some reason, though, I was drawn to Lovie. I would stop and stare at her every day.
At the time, my vehicle lease was coming to an end, and it was time to purchase a new car. But I never seemed to find the time to go to a dealership. Meanwhile, Lovie went into the shop for a safety inspection so we could determine whether she could be reconditioned or should be sent to auction.
Mechanically, she passed the inspection with flying colors. Her exterior, however, was another story. We decided she should go to auction.
The tow truck was scheduled to pick her up. But on a whim, I decided to have her towed instead to a friend who owned a body shop. A month later, Lovie came home with beautiful new paint.
Of course, one thing led to another. We decided she needed new tires — and some fancy wheels. Then I found Hawaiian seat covers and plumeria flowers for her dashboard.
Lovie became my ride. I drove her for many years, and somewhere along the way, she became much more than just my car. She became the unofficial flagship of Cars 2nd Chance.
Everywhere Lovie went, she told a story. She was proof that a vehicle that might have been overlooked, discarded, or sent to auction could be given another opportunity.
Eventually, I sold Lovie because I knew I really needed a newer vehicle with today’s safety features. But I have never forgotten her.
Sometimes, all a car needs is a 2nd chance.
Mary Kemnitz, co-founder