I took the Suzuki down to ICBC today, pulled the plates off and handed over the keys, in exchange for a cheque for $3011. Even though it wasn't even my car, it was kinda sad. I stood in the parking lot afterwards, waiting for Chris to come and give me a lift home, and found myself staring through the fence into the salvage yard. So many vehicles, some obviously destroyed, others not so bad. It made me wonder if the previous owners of the "not so bad" ones had considered keeping the vehicles and trying to fix them, in order to try and hold on to the old girl... or if they had simply taken the cheque and walked away, without any remorse. I can't help but feel attached to my vehicle, after a while it becomes your friend. Christine didn't have too much trouble parting with the Sidekick, she'd only had it two years and hates driving. But it's the opposite with my truck and I, we've been a lot of places together over the last 9 years, on trips down long highways and deep into the bush, up mountains, across rivers, and through city gridlock. Sure I'm gonna buy a new car soon, but that's no reason to get rid of the old girl. She's only got 300, 000 kms on the odometer, and plenty more where that came from. *sniff* Okay, I'm gonna go now before I get all weepy. If anybody needs me, I'll be out in the driveway, havin a beer with my baby.
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