“You and I will meet again, When we’re least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won’t say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.” ~Tom Petty
It’s been a fun 12 years Mr. Green Car. In that time, you helped me get to two different jobs (not at the same time), traveled to Canada, Iowa and Gettysburg (not to mention Toledo and back about 6 times) and were a faithful companion for all of your 113,000+ miles.
~You were the first vehicle that I bought and paid for all on my own.
~You were the sign that I was actually an adult.
~You took me where I needed to go, up until the end when your transmission broke and you started to self-destruct.
I hated to see you go off to a scrapyard, but you won’t be alone. There are other broken-down cars there as well. Although my brother-in-law graphically explained what happens to the cars in the scrapyard after they’ve been there for a while, I prefer to think that you’ve retired to the vehicle version of Florida to bask in the sun for the rest of your days.