... that I didn't live in "horse times."
I imagine you will have noticed, in the pic I posted Monday, that the Taurus no longer sported a license plate. There was a "temporary plate" in the rear window, but you couldn't see it under the snow.....
Monday we picked up the new Versa and today we left the Taurus with the community college's mechanic-training program.
I am sad. He was a good car. A perfect teenager car. Big and safe and reliable. And dinged up enough that an ... ahem ... encounter with a light pole in the high school parking lot (leaving yellow paint smears down the side) just didn't signify.
But the ignition switch was broken, and he had a custom gas-fill pipe (as the original rusted through and the part is no longer available!), and he needed a new exhaust system and was close to needing brakes and who knows what else.
Sigh.
I will miss the electric windows, locks, mirrors. (The Versa has all of those, but the Voyager has none.............) All in all, if the two had been equally healthy, I'd have kept the Taurus and donated the Voyager. Less big, less *red*, not so tall. (I can't even reach the whole windshield to scrape it in winter, on the Voyager.....)
Sigh.
It's a good thing I don't live in horse times. I could never send a horse to the knackers. Sending a car is hard enough.
Sigh.
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Oh boy! Me too! I get sentimental about all kinds of things!
I had hoped that they would find him a good home. You know, on a farm with lots of children to play with.
But no. Alas.
I keep reminding myself of all the reasons that we didn't want to keep pouring money into a black hole.
But still.
Love this post. It shows your sentimental side.
Thanks for the messages on my blog. You are right, if you only "like" it don't bring it home, no matter how much of a bargain it is. My mom was the original bargain shopper. I'd ask her why she bought something and she'd say, "It was only #2.00. How could I go wrong?" Bless her ever lovin' heart and very full house. Maybe I'll write a blog about that one of these days.
At our house, we call it elephant chow.
"Look, dear, I got this most excellent bargain on elephant chow!!!"
"That's nice, but, well, we don't actually *have* an elephant......"
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