If pete died on tuesday, I buried him on wednesday. As you may recall, pete started acting all squirrley last tuesday morning on my way to school. Turns out, I'm not on crack, that the gas pedal shouldn't make you go slower and the problem was that pete's transmission committed suicide while we were coasting down that hill. A rebuilt transmission was going to cost $1700 - which doesn't seem like a wise investment in a car that is worth barely that much.
So on wednesday I went to the mechanic and let pete go. I sold him to the mechanic for parts and ended up leaving with money in my pocket, not much after the expenses for the towing and the diagnositics, but some.
It's really weird how hard it was to walk away. I got a little upset as I cleaned all my junk out of him. Pete was my first love. My first car and there will always be a special place in my heart for that lump of metal.
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Major sadness!
RIP Pete.
I know how hard it is to let your first (car) love go. You'll never really get over it or let it go. A little piece of Pete will be with you forever. Did you keep anything? I kept my celebrity keys... oh, how I miss her.
On a much happier note, I received a very exciting piece of mail yesterday!! EEK!! :)
Awwww...Pete's not just a lump of metal! He was a high performance machine! Like Sonya, I kept my old keys from Blue...she was the best. A bitch to park, but the best none the less. Speaking of the celebrity - Sonya, remember how we used to have to turn on the heat in the summer so she didn't overheat? Oh, the memories!
Oh Pete, I will miss you. I am excited to meet Harry though!
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