This past week we found a Corolla and bought it (even without taking it to our mechanic for a once-over ... still afraid that we may come to regret that). The jury is still out on whether the new car will be driven primarily by Andrew or Gary. They're probably going to trade back and forth until they decide. The junk man came to haul away the van this weekend. It is entirely unreasonable how sad it made me to see the van leave. I had to fight back tears. We owned it for 13 years; we took it on vacations; we drove it on gazillions of errands; we no longer have a vehicle with which to haul small furniture or bicycles. Even though it was in cruddy shape, I miss it. That's dumb, but that's the way it is.
Not dumb at all. We bring babies home from the hospital in those cars and go on family trips in those cars and spend many hours creating memories as we drive hither and yon in those cars. There are several I have cried over. Then there are the ones to which I have gladly bid good riddance. :-)
ReplyDeleteI miss our Astrovan. We bought it in 1995, before Mary was born. That thing had more cargo space than the Suburban we traded in when we bought it! It was the last new car we bought, although there will be more in the future. We drove for 13 years, and would still have it if we hadn't made a stupid repair decision. We opted for the cheaper mechanic when the transmission needed replacing. Never opt for the cheaper mechanic! I cried when it drove away. I miss the stain on the back seat that resulted when Mary spent a vacation day playing with Silly Putty in her car seat while we drove! She was 2. Silly thing to miss, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI don't think it's silly!
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