Goodbye, old friend

This was the first real car that I made payments on.  I purchased from a coworker whose mother had just passed away, and his siblings were making him liquidate his mom’s estate quickly.  We both benefited from the deal.

My younger daughter was not yet out of the car seat, so she must have been under 6 when we got the car.  She remembers because she wanted to ride with me when I picked up the car, but it was a pain to move the car seat from one car to the other.  She was so mad, she still brings it up occasionally.  She is an adult now.

Both of my daughters learned to drive on this car.  It took me to and from work for at least ten years.  It had a few issues, but we managed to work around them.

My youngest daughter started driving this car regularly to get her back and forth from school once she got her license.  She was supposed to drive the other car, but this car was an automatic and she isn’t comfortable on a stick shift yet.  I started driving the car with the stick shift.

The car started getting bumpy and we took it in to the mechanic.  The mechanic has been very honest with us about what does and doesn’t need to be done to our cars.  In this case, he said that the cylinders are leaking and it needs a complete engine rebuild in order to keep it running.  He told me that it would be really expensive, and it wasn’t worth the cost of the car.  “Put a sign on it ‘mechanic’s special’ and sell it for $500.”  Well, I waited because my daughter needed to get her stuff out of the car, and I wanted to keep the radio because it had sentimental value.  It took months to get it all together.  In the meantime, the battery stopped charging, and it wasn’t worth it anymore to move it for street cleaning every two weeks.

We got to the point where registration was coming due and street cleaning was coming up, so I started to get moving on it.  I decided that I didn’t want to bother with a test drive that started with a jump start, especially since the car didn’t really run well anyhow.

I got the radio out and emailed the car donation place and the car was picked up in less than 24 hours.  It was an easy process.  I can’t believe how much weight this took off my shoulders when I finally called the insurance company and took the car off the insurance.

I will miss this car.  It came into our lives exactly when it was needed and stayed as long as we needed it.  It had wonderful timing all along.  Goodbye, old friend!

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