Last night was a bit of a milestone: after nine and a half years together, I finally sold my car!
I got my car when I was 19 (you do the math) and it was my first car. I loved it and did my best to look after it. My Dad, a mechanic, always helped me look after it too, and taught me how to detail my car every Spring, wash it properly by hand and keep it in good shape. For years I parked far away, never took it through a car wash and babied it. It was not a top of the line car, as you can see, but I looked after it like it was.
However, over time, like any car, you start to grow out of one and want another and for the past four years, every Spring I'd say, 'I'm selling my car!' and then decide I didn't want to get into a car payment and keep it.
That said, the time has come and as she gets older, again like any car, you start having to do repairs and put more and more money into it. I replaced half of the exhaust system last spring and wheel barrings twice in a year (blah blah blah, car jargon) and didn't want to be sinking more money into it so I listed it online about a month ago.
I had several inquiries, consistently, a few people come see it and a couple offers. A couple came to see it on Sunday night, and I just thought it would be another pair of tire-kickers who weren't really serious and I would continue to be stuck with the car, but they were serious. Within 24 hours they made an offer and within 48 hours I dropped it off at their house and said goodbye to my 'Silver Bullet' forever! The feeling as we drove off was a little surreal, but I'm looking forward to the future and am getting closer to buying something else, which could potentially be crazy exciting (I have found something but there are some details to be worked out, so we'll see!).