It's official. My car is D-E-A-D dead. The mechanic mentioned something about a broken water pump, a seized engine, a snapped timing belt and bent pistons. That all sounds very bad to me, but don't ask me what any of those things really do.
I just know when I went to clean the old girl out yesterday there was a large piece of metal, covered in oil, in a box lined with a garbage sack in my trunk. I can only assume it was part of my engine. It was the saddest thing. I just had her washed and waxed. On the outside she looks perfect. Only a small dent on the side where Neil's motorcycle fell on her.
I can't confirm this, but I think she was crying too. When I took one last look at her, green fluid was leaking from under her hood. It was a good farewell. She helped get me through college and through my single days. She earned the nickname the Black Phantom. We had some fun together.
Now it's time to be an adult. Time for the family car, more room and heated seats.
I think Zoe's having the hardest time of all. She saw them tow away Black Car (it's what she's named it) on Monday. She cried and cried and cried. She is attached to so many things. Every night she asks where Black Car is. I've started prepping her for the transition. I just hope it goes well. It will be a long life if she can't like the new ride.
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