I was an hour away in the Big City. It started snowing like crazy around noon. I made it home to leave a short time later to take him to the mechanics to sign the papers that released the car into the care of a charitable organization.
Fortunately, we don't get attached to our cars, so although a surprise, this wasn't a shock that sent us reeling for the love of our vehicle.
For fun, he pretended to cry at the loss of his faithful car.
Good bye old friend!
We think she's done very well for us over the years. Minimal costs in repairs and never had any problems with her. That first digit is a three, by the way -- not an eight. :o)