My trusty steed finally gave out. That is, at 266K and with an antifreeze problem, I stopped wanting to spend money on it. I guess you can say I gave out.
Now a teenager gets to drive it. I wish her the best. And yes, I totally cried when she drove away with it.
I know, it's just a car. I've got pictures and memories. It's cool.
And, uh, this is my new car.
Heh heh. Yep. Pretty much a clone. Except it's an automatic. The great Anne O'C commented that it was an end of an era. I couldn't put it more succinctly. The old Accord was loose and manual and I could maneuver it better than I can my own body (for reference: see me in Zumba). And because it was so old I had no issue tearing around without much concern for wear and tear.
This has all changed. I feel like a grandma, now, fearfully accelerating at stop lights, spacing out as I amble along, as it sounds too obnoxious to peel out of a stop and because automatic gives me little to do. Very non-kinetic.
But whatever. I'm not complaining. It's a choice ride, and once I get my iPhone hookup I can break into true obnoxiousness with the most random playlists ever.
And this was drawn on the back by one of the kids of the previous owner. So there's that.
:)
It's just a car. They're just cars. I know.
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