Call me strange, and overly sentimental if you must...
...but yesterday we said goodbye to a dependable and trusted friend...
I bought this 1989 Toyota Corolla in December of 1990, when Jim and I were dating. It had only 18,000 miles on it at the time, and I was thrilled to have a nice car, after driving an old two door Pontiac Sunbird, (aka the Sun Chicken) in which I felt like I was sitting on the road with my feet sticking straight out in front of me!
Here it is on our wedding day in 1993...
This car saw us through all of our married life so far...two kids in car seats...200,000 miles...countless trips to school and back...we hauled goats in it this spring...and it has served as our "farm car" for the last several years. It was a 5-speed manual, and it was a great car for Eric to learn to drive stick in.
The engine was still running great, but the body was rusted out beyond repair. The trunk had a huge hole in it from carrying heavy bags of feed back and forth to the other farm, the exhaust had developed yet another hole in it, and the brakes went out last week. Knowing that it would never even come close to passing PA inspection this coming October, we decided that we weren't spending another penny on it. So...yesterday it went down the road behind a tow truck, sold for scrap. The neighbors will miss hearing the hot rod coming up the road...or so I've been told! :)
Now we're car shopping...oh joy.
So...after twenty three years of faithful service...farewell old friend!