If you’ve read the the New York Times’ Best Seller My Fight/Your Fight , you’re familiar with the story of how UFC Bantamweight Champion Ronda Rousey used to live in her car. Well, that 2005 Honda Accord LX is up for sale on eBay with the auction ending on Sunday at 8:38pm PST.
When asked about what she’ll miss most about parting with her previous home, Ronda told Armbar Nation,
I’ll miss the worn in feeling you get from… like a favorite pair of jeans or shoes you’ve had for years that’s molded to you perfectly.
Here are some new pictures of some of the personal items left in Ronda’s car. There’s even a Snorlax and Lugia that have become permanent fixtures to the interior of the car due to Ronda gluing them to the driver’s side door and dashboard. Not to mention a plethora of other items including:
- CGAS Los Angeles Rescue Swimmer patch glued on the steering wheel
- Coins, stickers, beads, and a Pokémon glued onto the stereo system and A/C controls
- Hair brush and perfume
- Book by Gene Le Bell
- At least 4 hats
- Heifer International “Draft Power” button
- A single boot, a high heel, and flip flop
- “Mastering the Rubber Guard: Jiu Jitsu for Mixed Martial Arts Competition” by Eddy Bravo
- A Blackbelt
- Homies action figure glued on the passenger side door
- Dinosaur button under passenger side door lock
- Jump rope
- New Orleans decal on drivers side door
- Art supplies
- Seat cushion
- UFC Fight Night program from April 18, 2015: Machida vs Rockhold
And a whole bunch of other random stuff we can’t even identify. Looking in Ronda’s car is kind of like a I SPY riddle book. If you could identify everything in that car, you are one knowledgeable dude or dudette and seriously deserve a prize.
The best part of the car is Ronda’s farewell note to her Honda:
“You were the best noble steed I could ask for. You never broke down, you hung in there when I couldn’t afford to change your oil. I could always depend on you. I hope you enjoy retirement.” -Ronda Rousey
What’s the story behind Ronda selling her Honda?
Last year, Ronda gave the car to Julia for her 16th birthday. It turned out to need new tires, work on the electrical system, all of which we (good old Mom and Dad) paid to have done. Because Julia drives 150 miles round trip every weekend to come home (she attends boarding school), it’s very important to us that she have a reliable car. When at the last maintenance check the mechanic said it was going to need a new transmission eventually, we decided to give her our old car instead, which is five years old, and sell the Honda.
Why didn’t you just keep the car?
We live in the city. It’s hard enough to find parking for two cars, much less three. Dennis works in an office at home and I’m out of town half the time meeting with clients, funding agencies, schools that use our games or speaking at conferences. We don’t need three cars.
Why not just give the money to charity?
Because Dennis spent $3,000 fixing the car, he thought it would be nice if he got it back if we sold the car. So we listed the car on ebay for $3,000. Julia is 17 years old and in high school. It’s her car. The bidding is pretty high for the car now and I intend to strongly encourage her to give some of the money to charity but it has to be her decision. Any money she keeps is going to a) Soccer camps and b) saving for college tuition.
Why didn’t Ronda’s sister clean out the car?
I seriously wonder what kind of people ask this question. What were they like as teenagers? I’ve never known any teenager to clean up anything voluntarily.
When we got the car, I took a bunch of stuff out of it – gloves from Ronda’s first pro fight, boxing gloves, wrestling shoes and God knows what else, because moms clean stuff. It’s part of the job description. There was SO much stuff in there that I pretty much just said, “Screw it!” after I had cleared out most of the seats and the trunk, so Julia could bring her laundry home from school and fit her soccer stuff in it. I missed some stuff under the seats, in the glove compartment and in whatever you call that compartment between the seats. So, sue me. Suzy Homemaker, I am not.