Off She Goes

Well, it's done. My local "cash-for-cars" company came and picked 'er up today. Top dollar it certainly isn't, but recycling it is. I guess, considering that I recieved money (even a small amount) instead of spending the value of the car to get it fixed, I should feel some relief. I think that sense will fill out later when I'm NOT paying hundreds on insurance.


Yet, I still have that little pang of regret - that I've somehow let the little Nissan down or maybe even hurt its feelings...like when you let some other kid walk away from your garage sale with an old toy that used to be yours. Yeah. It's kinda like that. I suppose when you spend about 5 years of good and bad times relying on one constant companion to take you everywhere, your car, it almost becomes like your horse. We've been through a lot together. (A note for horse-lovers: I think I can only get away with saying this because I never actually owned or got to know a horse for real. There was that time when Crackers, my friends' old, old horse, flipped out and bolted while I was walking her - that scared me - and a horse named Budweiser who took me around a trail once in mid-Michigan, munching on grass along the way. While they were living beings with actual personalities, we didn't really have time to build a relationship.)

But enough of that. A big part of my moping is that I feel powerless without wheels. But, to look on the bright side, I got cash for the car, a small refund from GEICO, and now the confidence that my public transportation and PhillyCarShare costs will save me money compared to my old insurance, gas, and repair costs.
Next post - my first spin in a shared car (hopefully!) - maybe next week!