A moment of silence

This is my car. Well, was my car. I got her when I was seventeen. She made it through six moves, eleven year, two states, got hit four times, I put over 120,000 miles on her (she has 215,000 total), and was two years older then me. She was my comfort blanket. A point of consistency though a decade of major change in my life. And yesterday she had to be retired. I cried. I knew I would. So here is to the old girl. Though I still wish Overhaulin had kidnapped her and fixed her up :-), she had a good long run, and was an amazing little car.