A year and a half ago, I bowed to reality and bought a newer car. I’d been driving cars from the late 80’s since the mid-90’s, and it was time, as the 88 Subaru Justy I’d bought after a nasty collision in my previous car, a VW Quantum, left me carless, had turned from just-so into clunk-o. It was worth about $300 if it were in passable condition, which it wasn’t, and the repairs would have been $500-700, which I wasn’t willing to pay. So I let it sit in my driveway, thinking I’d decide eventually what I wanted to do with it.
Having paid off my debts six months before, and having just got a new job, I bought a 2000 Honda Civic hatchback. A lovely little black car, and I skipped the entire decade of the 90’s. The BlankBird. It’s half paid off now, and finally, someone has seen the possibilities in the Subaru and hounded me until I sold it. $50. I’d bought it for $1300 in 2000.
Numbers are confusing. But it’s a good deal. And now I will have only one car in the driveway, and the only car I’ll have I can actually drive. The Subaru won’t start you see.
One less item from my past to worry about. One less item to remind me of my poor dog Eco, too. That’s probably why I have kept it around, because I lost her shortly after replacing the car.
I’ve also been digging through my old stuff in the basement, ostensibly looking for things, but finding lots I can throw out.
Out with the old. Out with the old PAIN.
