Death of a car

This morning I had the somber task of calling scrap yards to find out if they would accept my car. I have now come to a point where I don't have the financial means to repair the old girl... By the second phone call, I am biting the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from bawling my eyes out (I am at work and cannot be seen crying, it would be a sign of weakness, plus I am blond, so have to double prove myself all the time) Anywhoo, my Car was my pride and joy, it drove like a caddie, looked like a Jag and felt like an old pair of comfy slippers.

I wonder why we get so attached to inanimate objects. Maybe because they almost become an extension of ourselves, part of 'us', entwined in our psyche...Maybe because cars go through your life with you, wherever that may take you.. It could also be the fact that 10 years ago I was just out of University, and could NOT afford a car of that calibre, but fooled myself in believing I could and ended up working 2 jobs... Whatever the reason is, at this present moment I feel the same way I felt when I had to take my beloved cat to the vet to put her to sleep. OK, now I'm crying! I have this mental picture of my beautiful car at the scrap yard being crushed and forming a tower with all those ugly rusty cars! I just hope she ends up sandwiched between 2 Beemers, and not some cheap Firefly, it deserves at least that!

Goodbye Betsy! It was a glorious 10 years!
August 14th,1999 - November 3rd, 2008