so after almost 10 years of faithful service and 164,210 miles, the mini is being retired.
if you've followed me for a long time, you probably know that i'm pretty attached to this car.
she was my first car and we motored together. decent in the snow, not a glutton for gas, she took me everywhere i wanted to go.
we made it through 2 presidential elections together and a painful, long but happily temporary separation. she took me as far north as quebec city, as far south as washington DC and to dozens of fiber festivals in and out of new england in through floods and blizzards. the driver's seat fits my ass perfectly.
but the last couple of years have been tough for the old broad. her bumper is held together with zipties and bolts. her starter just needed replacing. to pass inspection she would cost me more than she's worth. her AC hasn't worked since last summer, so i've been sweating my ass off. i worry about getting stuck somewhere far from home. so with a heavy heart, i'm letting her go.
i feel like a nutball being so attached to this old car. during my testdrive the other day, i swear i felt like i was cheating on her. like looking at a 2013 model was some sort of betrayal. yeah i'm a little sentimental at times.
tonight i'm trading her in for another chili red mini. this one will be sportier, a little bad ass, with a black top, more horsepower, and racing stripes. i'm sure i'll get used to this new fancy car, but i'll never forget my first mini.