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Daughter is sad today.
In, I believe, 1997, when she was working at a high-paid engineering job in Philadelphia, she bought a new silver 2-door Honda. It's still healthy, with 197,000+ miles on it.
Now the Honda's two doors make it difficult to get the 20-pound Nugget in and out of the infant seat in the back. So I gave her my 2003, 53,000 mile, 4-door Suzuki, a.k.a. Suzie.
Today, Daughter sold the Honda to George-the-neighbor's granddaughter. (I think she got $5,000 for it!)
Sadness.
We do tend to get attached to a car. We remember how dependable it was, how many wonderful places it took us, how sometimes it seemed like our best and only true friend. Selling a car is almost like finding a new home for kittens. You hope the new owners will love and care for it, and appreciate its unique qualities as much as we did.
(Yeah, I wish Suzie were a Hummer. Or a tank.)
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1 comment:
I loved my 1973 Camaro. Nothing else has ever measured close to it.
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