Yesterday, my car of the past 11 years made it's final voyage. On an icy morning at the tail end of winter, it lost a battle with a telephone pole, instigated by a dangerous curve on an untreated road. Actually, it's not fair to say my Jetta lost the battle since the telephone was cracked and has already been taken down and sent to it's own death. We'll call it a draw.
This is the first that I ever bought myself, and despite the problems that it always seemed to give me, I always felt as though it was trying its best. And in the end, it sacrificed itself to protect me. I walked away without a scratch. She took one for the team, I will miss her.
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