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was created by Paul Galvin combining the term “motor” for motion and
That night, the silence was suffocating as we drove down Calgary Trail in your
green blur of a CRV. We had spent a total of five hours together at the concert and had
returned to something resembling “friends,” but I saw that it was all an inevitable façade
and we’d reverted back to the uncomfortable tension once more. You reached above me
to rummage through your CD collection, and I retracted into my seat to avoid any
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physical contact. It isn’t because I think you’re an asshole: that’s just how things are. It’s
because you’ve burned me in the past, and we will never be that close again. I won’t let
you in so near.
You wouldn’t look at me as you made a choice and fed the disc into the pursed
lips of the stereo system. You scanned through and found the number of the song that
would say the unspoken words between us. At that moment, I wondered if ex-couples in
The silence was cut in half by a strange voice speaking even stranger words, but
yourself on fire.
Except “fire” sounded more like “fi-ya,” that of a British person unable to
guarded and armoured front intact. The sounds of a harmonica, piano and violin flooded
the car, and the music took over. The same feelings that rushed at me like a stampede of
elephants when I had entered your car earlier returned: what am I doing here? Why did I
decide I’d be okay spending time with you again? Just as I thought it couldn’t get worse,
my god, there were lyrics to this song, and they were speaking to me through those dusty
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God it was strange to see you again, introduced by a friend of
a friend.
Smiled and said “yes I think we’ve met before.” in that instant
it started to pour.
The sounds reverberate in the hollow space of the car, where the two of us sit but
we’re not there together. We’re two separate people, forever divided by the past. This
scenario felt all too familiar. Two months, four days and maybe an hour and a half ago,
my hand would have rested on your knee as we’d sing along loudly and badly to the
music spewing out of the speakers. You’re still the tall, blonde, blue-eyed boy I fell in
love with three and a half years ago. But that’s the problem. You’re still a boy. Tonight
you said that you hadn’t seen me in three weeks, and you couldn’t remember the last time
we had been apart so long. Quite frankly, I wanted to shrug my shoulders and say, “who
cares?” But I didn’t say that. I don’t know why you’re trying to be so nice and ignore
the fact that things have changed completely. I gave some sort of monosyllabic
sympathetic answer. I was scared of driving with you as you weaved in and out of lanes
like a maniac, moves that would have made me laugh in a time that had long since
Pont Champlain.
And all of that time you thought I was sad, I was trying to
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“Car audio has been through quite an evolution. In the sixties, it
boxes.”2
I’ve tried to catalogue moments in our relationship based on good and bad, in an
attempt to justify to myself and anyone who asks why it lasted for so long. Three years is
quite a long time to spend with one person when you’re so young. Especially when there
are so many dark splotches that stain the light ones on the page. There were good times,
there had to be. I’d like to say that I stayed with you because I loved you so much; maybe
that’s true, but maybe I was just momentarily blinded by lust and “feelings.” Who
knows.
At that moment, I felt like I was in High Fidelity, and John Cusack was counting
down the top five break-up songs of all time, each recorded and labelled neatly on my
very own mix-tape. God, can this night be any more cliché? I’M NOT SAD.
And now you’re outside me you see all the beauty, repent all
your sin
It’s as if you are finally seeing who I really am, and it’s too late to fix what’s been
done.
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“The movement to add more than just a basic radio to a car largely originated on
the west coast of the United States in the late 1970s. Several early manufacturers and
enthusiasts began building audio amplifiers to run on twelve volts (the standard
It’s nothing but time and a face that you’ll lose, I chose to feel
I realized shortly after I broke up with you that it had always been my choice to
walk away. I don’t think you would have ever done it, and you never took me seriously
before.
I’ll write you a postcard; I’ll send you the news. From the
I’d like to know the definition of “Real Love.” If what we had was “real” love, I
don’t ever want to be in love again. You are so lucky you didn’t install those subwoofers
in your trunk; I would have thrown them out the window by now. The music became so
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When I look at you, I feel cold, and nothing.
sound quality early on, but in the early 1990s, several organizations,
quality.” 4
The last place I want to look is in your direction, so I let my eyes wander to the
right side mirror. Back at the road passing, at the past three years that slowly broke me
apart and where we’re going to be in three years’ time. In three years’ time, we may have
twenty CD changers for our car stereos instead of just six. Maybe they already do have
those. I don’t. I hope to have regained my voice by then, and proudly proclaim that I am
closer to being whole again. Maybe we’ll be able to be friends. Maybe not. Forever
people will leave things to musicians to say that they aren’t themselves able to verbalize,
People have spent and, I trust, will continue to spend nights with their exs in cars
listening to songs oozing from their stereo equipment that are somehow supposed to
explain the great mystery of what went wrong. It’s better that way. It’s more eloquent.
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I hated you for making me feel guilty for this termination. I should hate you for the
hundreds of things you never said and never did. I wish you’d stop trying so hard to
befriend me, especially now of all times; It makes life too complicated.
There’s one thing I want to say so I’ll be brave. You were what I
Do you remember when you refused to come with me to the hospital after my
sister had her pacemaker installed last summer? That you weren’t there for me when I
was scared to death to go alone? You said you were busy. I can’t believe that wasn’t a
clue to me that I needed out; I’m smarter than that. I’m just too fucking nice – or
perhaps I’m weak. I can feel the ash in my lungs, slowly burning holes in my esophogus,
and I roll down the window to breathe. If I spontaneously combust, I’m blaming you.
That did it. I wanted out of the car that very second before I could show any sign of
Then I gave it a moment’s thought. Could it be that you finally understand how I
felt and why enough was enough? Why couldn’t I have put it that way? Damn you…
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whoever you are. Honestly, I do feel a release of sorts. Finally, I feel that my decision
was the right one, and maybe, just maybe, you understand too. I’m NOT sorry I met
you, but I’m also not sorry that it’s over and that there’s nothing to save. This
relationship went into cardiac arrest months ago, and I chose to put it on life support
because I couldn’t bear to make you sad. But I was sad for a long time, and I don’t
The song ended and the empty silence returned. I chose to break the silence:
partially because I like the sound of my own voice, but moreso because it seemed like
“Yeah. Amazing.”
“If you want a copy of the CD, I’ll burn you one.”
All I heard was “I’ll burn you.” I wanted to say, “you already have.” Instead I just
stared at the black speaker that had concluded its speech. The silence hung, stale, and I
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