Grateful for my Car via /r/gratitude

It was just a few hours ago. I was driving my car having a nice Friday evening drive that I enjoyed as it gave me a sense of freedoms that nothing else can give me so easily. I was listening to random music; Alejandro by Lady Gaga (don't judge), and I then decided I would park up in a nice quiet car park near my old highschool. It was usually quiet at this time of night and I thought I'd have a small rest and switch songs over on my phone. That was all, but as I turned in there were a group of people with silver cars and quadbikes just sitting and listening to music.

I thought naught of it and proceeded to pull in but as I didn't want to disturb them I figured it would be easier for me to turn around and leave. Well, that's what I thought would be easy but the man on the red quadbike had approached me in front of the car and as I thought I was following him out of the car park he had slammed his brakes on to which I did the same.

Exclaiming "What do you think you're doing? Get that car turned off"

I repeated the question to him.

He then decided to go sideways and block the whole gated exit which I couldn't get past. He then smugly asked me to "Get out of the car". Of course I wouldn't, why would I do that?

I refused, I sat there and shrugged. His demeanour got more aggressive as he practically snarled at me. I tried leaving but every movement I performed he would mirror me leaving me trapped and alone.

In this moment I felt my body grow weightless and my mind felt hyper focused as I looked in the rear view to see his friends approaching cladden in grey and covering faces. If there was ever a sign to run, that would be it.

I immediately spied a small gap that I knew my car would fit through and sped towards it; scraping the right side of my car on the bollards surrounding and the left side presumably hit by the quad bike to thwart my escape.

I jumped out onto the quiet road again and drove down the street; the quad bike subtly behind as he struggled to keep up. I obeyed the laws of traffic still and made my way out of there trying to lose him as I called the police to inform them of this chase.

My car, despite being damaged, felt slick and fast and almost like it knew what was happening as it dodged, weaved and maneuvered it's way down the road. The quadbike still fast approaching. He then phoned someone and pulled away from me disappearing into the depths of the forest like a mythical creature.

I ensured I was not followed and made my way home to which my car died completely as limp mode kicked in and it had gone fully.

This little Nissan Micra saved my life tonight; and though it may be gone and the damages too much to bear,

I will always remember it for the reliableness it proved at the end. If something were to happen and I could not escape I dread to think what could have occured and what could have been.

Despite the occasional thoughts of what if I never went down there? The thought of what if my car wasn't reliable crossed through my head more.

So I am incredibly grateful for my car.