The Death of 'Old Prostitute'.
Today we sold our old Camry. About 6 weeks ago we bought a nice used Honda, so we no longer needed the Camry. I took a look on Craigslist and found a junkyard down in Jersey City that offered us a reasonable sum for it.
It served me/us well. It was the replacement car for the Stevemobile, which was destroyed in that really bad accident. Unlike the SM, the Camry had no flash, no style. Very utilitarian vehicle that got me from point A to point B and never ever stranded me. The only problem was when the distributor cap got cracked and it would take forever to start when the weather was wet. But it was breaking down- the suspension was shot and it developed a hole in the gas tank so we couldn't put more than 1/2 a tank.
And the car certainly had some battle scars. The front right quarter panel was banged up, a remnant of a hit-and-run back in Somerville. Someone sideswiped it one night and luckily, the damage was only cosmetic and with a $500 deductible, wasn't worth repairing. And the grill was gone from when Sharon was babysitting the car while I was on tour and she skidded on some ice.
Yeah, it was a utilititarian old warhorse which Lina dubbed "старая проститутка"- old prostitute. Old, not pretty to look at, but gets you where you need to be time and time again. Yeah, she's a funny woman. And it was. To the end, I could take it on the highway and cruise along at 75 and the engine was still strong and didn't burn oil. Not bad for a car with 217,000 miles.
Now it's time to move on. As Lina said, "don't worry, some other man will like Old Prostitute" and as we drove from the junkyard, we looked back and there was a man already climbing into it, checking it out, and we both laughed.
Пока старая проститутка.
It served me/us well. It was the replacement car for the Stevemobile, which was destroyed in that really bad accident. Unlike the SM, the Camry had no flash, no style. Very utilitarian vehicle that got me from point A to point B and never ever stranded me. The only problem was when the distributor cap got cracked and it would take forever to start when the weather was wet. But it was breaking down- the suspension was shot and it developed a hole in the gas tank so we couldn't put more than 1/2 a tank.
And the car certainly had some battle scars. The front right quarter panel was banged up, a remnant of a hit-and-run back in Somerville. Someone sideswiped it one night and luckily, the damage was only cosmetic and with a $500 deductible, wasn't worth repairing. And the grill was gone from when Sharon was babysitting the car while I was on tour and she skidded on some ice.
Yeah, it was a utilititarian old warhorse which Lina dubbed "старая проститутка"- old prostitute. Old, not pretty to look at, but gets you where you need to be time and time again. Yeah, she's a funny woman. And it was. To the end, I could take it on the highway and cruise along at 75 and the engine was still strong and didn't burn oil. Not bad for a car with 217,000 miles.
Now it's time to move on. As Lina said, "don't worry, some other man will like Old Prostitute" and as we drove from the junkyard, we looked back and there was a man already climbing into it, checking it out, and we both laughed.
Пока старая проститутка.