June 12, 2002
R.I.P.
Yesterday afternoon, when I returned home, I saw that my dear, old Golf had been taken to donation heaven. I knew they were coming yesterday, so I bid my final farewell as I left for work in the morning. I didn't cry like I thought I would (seriously, I thought I would), but I did feel a loss and a sense of an ending. Seven years is a long time. My car has always been important to me, as my tomes here have clearly illustrated. So now it's on to new adventures and new places to explore.
