The '89 Camry was willed to my wife by her grandmother. My mom bought it from my wife for a nominal sum, then gave it to my brother, who eventually gave it back to me.
It served us well, but today its almost 200,000 miles caught up with it. No brakes, a cylinder that needed components, lots of body rust and all the exertion in the snow and subzero temps created conditions that made it more costly to fix the car than to buy something else.
So, I will be out chasing down the next ride for a couple of days... expect blogging to be light.
2 comments:
I recall the politically incorrect saying that "the opera ain't over until the fat lady sings."
If you have a spare moment, haul it to the Toyota dealer and listen for the fat lady. Or just leave it there with a note that its name was Brünnhilde and it is ready for its immolation!
Pewster: Rock 'n' roll and Ragnarok are pretty close, nicht wahr?
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