They came yesterday to take her away, to finally put her out of the misery that she’s been in for the past two years. Now I’m not talking about a dog, or maybe even an “old person” instead I’m talking about my old car, Betty. Otherwise known to most of the world as a 91 VW Passat wagon with 300k+ miles on her.

I loved that car like nobodies buisness. Why? Because I did a ton of things in her, I took her on road-trips, I used her to get to school and back, I used her to get laid, hell I used her for anything and everything. And 99% of the time she was a-ok. I rarely had any breakdown’s save for that one time that the clutch came off it’s line so I was basically stuck in neutral..

Really the one reason she was taken away was because she developed some problem we couldn’t figure out. Basically she’d turn on, run ok for a bit, but if I went into first and tried to give her some gas she’d stutter forward and eventually the engine would die. We tried taking her to a bunch of different mechanics but no one could figure out what was wrong. Eventually we gave up and I started to use the Focus and well we all know how that turned out.

Also if there was ever a ‘family’ car, Betty was ours. It started out as my mother’s car, but dad drove it a lot too, then they gave it to my sister to take to college, but after her Sophmore year it came back to me. And I had it for probably 6 years, I swear I’ll never find a car that has a more comfortable drivers seat cause my ass was moulded into Betty’s. Plus I could get the most comfortable driving positions in her.

So it was a shame to see her go, though I’m glad I wasn’t home when the man came to take her away. I’m pretty sure I would’ve cried like a little sissie.

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