But, for some time now, I've been thinking that the car and I might be better off apart. Financially, I could do without the expense - in addition to the regular upkeep, it begins to sound sickly, and to leak oil, and to take an awfully long time to come to life. Now, I believe that there is plenty of life left in the car. I'm just not convinced that I'm the person best suited to care for it in these delicate final years. And I mostly don't drive it, and could often manage not to even when I do, so I'm not sure I'm the person most in need of that life.
So, after mulling it over for a time (it's been on my mind for about a year or two - I tend to simmer on big ones like this), I've decided to donate it to an organization that will either find it a better home or see to it that its pieces are sold in legal places, and then 92% of the proceeds will be used to support breast cancer patients and their families. I feel really good about this decision. They're coming on Friday.
What? No, no - it's just that I hadn't cleaned out the trunk in a while, and I've gotten some dust in my eye.