seperation anxiety… from a car

Today, I’m saying goodbye to one of my closest material friends: my yellow car. Since the fall of 2001, she’s been with me through many adventures, but that journey ends when she meets the fate of the dreaded “trade-in” at the car lot today. She was the sorority taxi in college, the “Hey, I’m driving by your high-rise office, look down and see me!” car of the LA days, and allowed me to be a proud car carrying member of the “I love yellow cars” club. She was only my 2nd car (my first, a ’65 Mustang, is still in my parent’s possession), and she gave me 9 happy happy years behind the wheel.
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In her place will be a new family vehicle, one capable of transporting way too much stuff/people/animals anywhere our wheels can take us, and one that’s not so yellow. And I’m sure I’ll grow to love it as well… but right now I’ve got to get through a little bit of silly mourning. I’ll wait until tomorrow to revel in the joy of the new car smell…
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