I love my car. It’s a 1999 Malibu. I know, there are people out there rolling their eyes…1999! Yikes! But I love this car…it’s the best car I’ve ever owned. Alas, I had decided it would take me through the salt and slush of this winter and then I would give it up and buy new wheels in the spring.
Today I took ‘my friend’ in for a regular check-up and to have the snow tires put on. I was sitting comfortably in the waiting room, Kindle in hand, when the Service Manager entered and looked my way. “No, Russell,” I said. He grimaced. I groaned. *Sigh* Three major problems that will become safety issues in a matter of a few weeks…okay, one major problem probably won’t occur for a few months, I was told. But the other two must be attended to within the next two to three weeks, depending on how much I drive the car.
Now I’ve got what I consider, officially, as a clunker, no matter how much I love the old thing. I can no longer feel secure in its loyalty or that it guarantees my safety of the safety of those who travel with me. Time to give it up. No use in investing a few thousand dollars which could go toward a new vehicle. But it’s like say goodbye to an true, faithful pal.
Alas, next week I will go out and test drive a few cars and prepare to say goodbye to some $$. But I continue to say it isn’t the $$ and my friends and family continue to laugh at me. It really isn’t. I’m giving up a comfortable, faithful mode of transportation that has served me well for almost 13 years.
Before the final turnover, I have to rescue all the treasures that travel with me…garage door opener, fav. CDs, doggie blanket for his lordship, etc. Here is my second *sigh*. LOL