My car is dying.
On any free weekend, we’d cruise toward adventures on I-95. Unfortunately for JT, her 15 years are catching up with her.
A week after our 16 hour holiday travel blitz, something fell off. I’ll use the excuse that I’m a girl and can’t be bothered with the particulars. Whatever broke caused my oil light to come and cost $200+ to repair.
Most recently, we traveled to Virginia Beach – a total drive of 7 hours. Two weeks later, the tailpipe started dragging and fell off before I could get home!
Some parts I repair, others are buried in a trunk graveyard.
When JT drives her final mile, I have prepared this simple eulogy:
I smile on the travels of our past.
I wish that our friendship could last.
To the classifieds I go.
My next car – I hope –
Will be shiny and easy on gas.
Has your frequent traveling killed any of your cars?