We'll be bidding the old girl a fond farewell early Saturday morning. A high school north of us has expressed interest in having her for their auto shop class and we're more than happy to hand her over to start such a productive new life.
I say we're happy, but if I'm going to be honest with you (and me) the confirmation made me a little sad - a feeling you really probably shouldn't waste on a car, but do anyway. At least I do, because I'm a lunatic who forms sentimental attachments to virtually anything and everything. It's the reason we have a 23-year old gingerbread cookie on our Christmas tree every year (mummified, and still looking quite fetching, if I do say so myself).
I know they're just things. And I know there are more important things than things. But still...
Goodbye, old friend.