The sad day of saying goodbye to Old Blue came on Saturday. After the last hit Roland took him in to get fixed and the mechanic took his bumper off. Didn't ask him to, wish he wouldn't have, but he did. There was not another bumper to be found and Roland decided that another summer without A/C wasn't on his top 10 things to do this year. So we sold him on
Craigs List for $300.00. The insurance company totalled him for the THIRD time so we also got a pay out of $900.00. This little car just keeps on giving. We've fared (I had to look that word up. I thought it was spelled
faired. Huh, learned something new.) pretty well with our $79.95 investment, don't you think?
Here is a copy of the ad Roland posted: This is your chance to own a little piece of folklore. Old Blue has been through a lot, but he still keeps going. 1989 Dodge Colt, about 130,000 miles. Runs amazingly well, engine smokes a little (but never in the house), back bumper is missing. No a/c, manual everything. Fun to drive and a great topic of party conversations.
We're now a Honda family. Roland found a little civic that's only 11 years old. He says he feels like the bees knees driving it. Guess that comes from driving a 20 year old car for 2 years. Most anything is a step up. If you ever need an attitude adjustment go without something you think you need for 2 years, like a/c or power steering, you realize it's not so bad not having a new car.
Here are some pics of our little Old Blue:
The last time he was inspected his defroster wasn't working so our trusty mechanic fixed it. Then the inspector people broke it again. So our mechanic fixed it again and attached a note that said, "Move levers SLOWLY", and advised Roland to not move them if he could avoid it. The post it is faded but Roland kept it on anyway.
One day Roland was getting in the car and he hit the door handle with his briefcase. Did you know old plastic is rather brittle?
Aaron playing Old Blue's "radio". Since the radio didn't work Aaron offered to keep his keyboard in Old Blue, much to my relief, so he could play it for his Dad when he wanted music.
Old Blue sat in our driveway for a month or two. He needed a little kick and some time with his pal Bessie. The little red car in the back ground is what our neighbors moved up to when they sold us Old Blue.
All the friends together.
The boys playing in Old Blue one last time. They loved him. Sniffle, sniffle. That car had heart. And character. Bet your car doesn't flash the dome light when you hit a bump or give you big muscles just from steering. Or survive being hit by a tree and being a target for big SUV's. Old Blue was always being underestimated. They don't make 'em like that anymore.
