We sold F. Gordon last night. It felt like selling one of my children. Well, maybe it was more like selling a very useful pet, but it was still traumatic. F. Gordon was with us for over two years. We bought him when The Neefer got a job in Utah County, and Gordon gets between 50 and 55 miles per gallon, so that rocked. We always meant to paint yellow lightning bolts down his sides but we never got around to it, and that was probably for the best. It would have made it that much harder to sell the old boy. You'll live forever in our hearts, Gordon.
2 comments:
I know what you mean. We had to donate Daphne, the '88 civic I bought new. Miss her, and I still believe all good cars should be blue.
F. Gordon is not as good a name as OUR car's name. Rasputin!
Post a Comment