Farewell, old beater.

We sold my maroon '89 mercury sable today. She was a very good beater. We had a love-hate relationship that began in May '09 and blossomed in June just one month later, when she broke down in Bliss, Idaho. We spent a grueling night together getting towed and sleeping at one of my dad's random military pals from thirty years ago, who conveniently lived in shoshone... and the rest is history.
Funeral march.
However... we sold her to my parents. So... this isn't so much goodbye, as see you later. Happy 16th birthday Sarah! (belated)
Mildred, you have been loved.