Yeah, so the two-car family isn't working for us. We live in a micro neighborhood with limited zoned parking that is patrolled by a rabidly enthusiastic parking enforcer. We just bought a newer (but not new), more spacious, safer, more fuel efficient, stereotypical Volvo station wagon. Alas, the time has come to bid my beloved Cressie adieu.
Although she was not my first car (which had two flat tires within the first couple of months and a failing distributor which made a typically 4 hour drive from St. Louis to Louisville turn into a grueling stop-and-go dangerous 8 hour drive), Cressie has been my car for ages. Sixteen years, to be exact. She's old enough to drive her own car! She shuttled me back and forth between law school and home. She waited patiently while I shopped, ate, and partied. She carried me to my current stomping grounds and has survived the scrapes and dings and harsh weather and potholes for which this city is notorious.
One weekend, she was getting LB, Gav, and me to NJ to see Radiohead in concert. Another weekend, she coasted her way to NY with a side trip to Baltimore to pick up Aunty N who settled into the nest of pillows and blankets in the back seat and slept the whole way. LB and I shared her for a while when we were both working at the Discovery Channel. Then TP and I shared her for a while when his car was totaled (thankfully with neither of us in the car at the time). And now, I have to give her away because it's just too complicated and unnecessary to maintain two cars. I'll miss her smooth ride. I'll miss her tight turns. I'll even miss the busticated antennae that left us with only local radio to listen to and the temperamental CD player that would selectively play mix CDs at her own whim. Good luck to ye, lassie. I hope your next owner loves you as much as I do.