While lunching with a friend and fellow VA today (amazing how much happens around lunch!), she suggested I blog an ode to my 18 year old car, which will be retired as of tomorrow. She’s been a good old trooper, from brand spanking new to clunker. (BTW, I’m referring to my car, not my friend.)
So with a heavy heart, I bid goodbye to my loyal 4-wheel friend. She’s taken me around the USA and around town, with hardly a breakdown or worry. Yes, she burns hot stinky oil, and the A/C hasn’t worked for years, and the radio is pre-digital and plays more static than music, and the hatchback has been stuck for years, and the foam is coming out of the seats, but she and I know each other. We can predict each other’s moves and nuances. So I say goodbye my old friend, as I welcome my new purple friend into my garage.
