Time to say good-bye

This last week has been a hard one. Remembering so many great memories, thinking of the times we had together. The vacations, the sunday drives- it just seems unfair that I have to say good-bye so soon.

But friendships don't last forever, and neither do cars.

Every part of my car tells a story, and here it is.

It was the July of 2001 when I first laid eyes on this beauty (although the above picture was taken about 30 minutes ago). I brought it home just 4 days before our family trip to Lake Powell where our entire family was almost killed in a terrible roll-over accident up Spanish Fork Canyon. Lucky for my car, he was left home from that trip.

My car would be come to be know by many names including: the Champero (the brand of some very inexpensive Mexican tires I bought for it in Boston), the white car, and later it was simply referred to as "old whitey."

The Champero has been driven coast to coast twice, taken multiple trips to California, Vegas, Wyoming, New York City, and even Cape Cod (which we affectionately refer to as "the Cod"). We are connected the Champero and I, and even though the air conditioning has failed

Rust is showing in places

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The rear view mirror is broken and attached with duct-tape

I can't stop but loving this 18 year old car that has been with me for over 9 years. The 5-speed engine is still running great, the interior is still in mint condition. The tires are showing their age, the battery needs to be jumped form time to time, and the AM/FM antenna is broken. So it's time to say good-bye.

How can you put a price tag on a machine that is so much more than just a car? How can you place a dollar value of something that has given so much, but asked for so little in return? How could I live with myself?

It wouldn't be too hard actually, probably $450 would cover it, or the best offer. Email me at atdayton@gmail.com if you are interested, the car passed inspection last year, and has 4 months before it needs to be inspected again.