Say it ain't so...


There is such a sense of euphoria that comes over me when driving on the highway, windows down, belting love ballads at full volume. Johnny Lang's 'Breakin' Me" or Bonnie Raitt's "I Can't Make You Love Me..." at full blast send shivers down my spine. I am so very sad to let go of my car... They say you can't put a price on sentimental value. I wish this wasn't so. I would have a lot more money coming in for my little darling Kuru than the $4700 I will agree to sell her for. I have been debating as to whether I should bring with me a list of questions for prospective buyer of my car...

1. Have you ever been in an accident before? Was it your fault? Are YOU A BAD DRIVER?

2. Will you be subjecting my car to any unneeded embarrassment, ie, painting it with puppy dogs for a doggie day care service?

3. Do you have children? If so, will they be allowed in this car? With sticky hands?

3. Will you solemnly swear to uphold the integrity of this vehicle by providing proper oil changes and services?

If so, by the power vested in me, the owner... etc.

(I think there will be music when I actually sign over the title, but not sure what tune yet. Suggestions?)

She is in her 'sunday best' today... meeting with my first prospective buyer in 35 minutes.