When it’s time…

“I’m sorry. There really is nothing more we can do.”

“So this is it, eh? i guess i shouldn’t be surprised. We knew.  It’s inevitable.  Just didn’t think it would be this soon…”

“She’ll keep going for a while… probably through the end of summer.”

“That gives me time to prepare. To harvest the parts that might still be useful…”

So it goes. The ’95 Camry is ready to go into Automotive Hospice. Keep her hydrated, and comfortable. A couple more drives, in the steamy summer heat without operational air conditioning.

To repair the oil leak would require pulling the engine and transmission, and my highly reputable mechanic simply refused to do it… He’s been keeping my fleet of shitmobiles operational for 30 years. i trust him…

So long, friend.  You served The Boy well for three years.  Even with only three valves functioning, i was able to get two more years out of you.  We’ll pull the stereo system – including the sub-woofer in the trunk as big as my first apartment.  And i’ll run out that last full tank of gas*… 

Let’s enjoy these last few days…

* The stereo system is worth more than the car.  In fact, i think the tank of gas may be worth more than the car…