Well, I finally did it. I'm moving on soon to another car, so I said goodbye to my baby today. My first car, my cherry red 1995 GMC Sonoma that I've owned for 10 years. So today we donated it to the cancer society and I watched a guy raise it up by the back wheels and drag it away. It was so sad and pathetic, the way it was taken away. It even made my mother sad. She loved that truck and used to borrow it constantly every year for gardening supplies. She'd drive it around the yard, dropping things off. It was the kind of truck that would NEVER stop running no matter what was wrong with it (a mechanic's truck), which was good cause EVERYTHING was always wrong with it and it was starting to become a real drain on my bank account. So I had to move on. She had a lot of problems but at least she never let me down, and I never got stuck anywhere.
Goodbye, I'll miss you hun... we had good times... like the time we raced and won against that shiny Dodge Viper by outsmarting the driver. :-D I still remember him cussing and hitting his steering wheel.
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