Requiem for a beloved old car

I saw Gitanilla yesterday, parked all by her lonesome on Ian's driveway. I even opened her to retrieve my gas points card and a map from the glove box. I've been enjoying Serendipity so much (despite the fact that I'm still a bit freaked out about the magnanimous debt I've acquired because of her), I hadn't really stopped to think about Gitanilla since that first night, when she was replaced by a newer, bright red car.

I know this is silly. I know Gitanilla is just a car. An innanimate object with no real personality, feelings or anything of the sort. For some reason I've always had a tendency to humanize (or 'animalize'?) innanimate objects. To the point that, even though I rationally know it's all fantasy, a part of me can't help but feel a bit sad to give up my very first car.

Sure, I'd driven my parents' cars as a teenager, but Gitanilla was the first vehicle on my name, bought with my own money. Sadly, she's gotten to the point that it'd be silly to spend another penny fixing her up -- let alone a hell of A LOT of pennies to have any body work done on her.

Alas, she had to go. She had to go this year. She's gone. Well, she's still sitting, un-plated and uninsured in Ian's driveway till the spring, when I will attempt to sell her to someone in search of a faithful beater.

Oh well... She did serve me well for almost 3 years, and the humidity issue didn't really begin to become a problem until last winter anyway. Plus, I'm currently employed... So the change is timely.

Gotta stop feeling bad for the damn car itself! As if it could really feel betrayed and abandoned! It has no actual feelings and I bloody well know it!

*sigh*

It'll pass. It's just seeing her parked there, all alone... We had so many good times together!

It's just a car it's just a car it's just a car....