Friday, June 20, 2008

My Handsome Prince's Carriage

The sad, sad day finally arrived. Poor HP had no choice but to sell his old VW Golf to a scrap yard. I tried to be supportive and understanding about the whole thing. He really loved that car (although she didn't ever have a name until I came into the picture and Christened her Roxanne). I loved that car too. We enjoyed our earliest dating days in Roxy. We used to kiss in the back seat. (It never got TOO steamy though). HP even asked me to marry him once (the first time) in Roxy's back seat. I even hung a fabulous rhinestone necklace around Roxy's rear view mirror to help her feel young and glam.

I understand that Roxy was HP's first love. He bought her when he was sixteen and has had her ever since. It was very difficult for him to let her go.

But honestly, in all fairness, Roxy did die about seven months ago. Her poor dead carcass has been casting a shadow in the driveway all that time with no real hope of ever moving again. I'm surprised our amiable landlords never politely asked us to remove her. Deep down I don't think HP ever gave up the idea of putting a new transmission (roughly $2,000) into her old frame (Blue Book value: $1,500).

But alas, he eventually had to face the hard truth. Roxy really was not coming back from the dead. Accepting $300 for her remains and watching her drive away on the back of a crude old tow truck was one of the hardest things he's ever had to do. (I reclaimed my fabulous rhinestone necklace first).

Poor HP. Time for a new set of wheels!

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