#FridayThoughts: Strange week

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My parents, now veterans of city living for two years, have finally realized they don’t really need two cars, especially in this pandemic-ed world of grocery deliveries. So we decided we’d sell my car, and I get my mom’s newer, nicer roomier one.

Yesterday we sold the car.

It’s weird, I’ve had it for ten-and-half years. There are two kinds of people in this world: new car people and drive a car until it dies people. I’m a drive until it dies person, as I discovered with my first car, which I drove until she sighed off this mortal coil to the wreckage yard.

I still miss her, even though she was a stick shift, and we know that’s nostalgia because anyone who has ever driven a stick shift in the city understands it’s pretty much a workout.

This car went to Carmax, and they make it like ripping off a band aid. You present the online offer, they ask if everything you need is gone because you won’t be back in the car. They make sure the online appraisal was valid, draw up the papers, transfer the registration at the Secretary of State along with the title, and hand you a check.

Done and done.

It’s weird to think the car is no longer there, patiently waiting for me. I hope it finds a great new home, though, one where it gets to stretch its wheels more than it did with me.

Anyway, that’s it for me. Have a fabulous Friday and an amazing weekend.


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