After he left, I guess I just got all caught up in my new life here in the city. It’s a hard place to have a car, Aggie; I hope you understand that now. I didn’t have parking at home or at work and it was just so much easier to take the bus. I know you got lonely waiting around for me to drive you, and I’m sure you loved street cleaning days because I had to drive you then to find a new space for you. I tried to let you run. Remember our hiking trips to Marin? And our camping trip to Yosemite? Weren’t those fun? I wasn’t a complete failure as an owner, was I?
In the end, it just made sense to give you up. I know you felt cheap, having your picture whored around on craigslist like some common auction car. But we found you a good home. Those two women really loved you. I hope they still do.
I just wanted to say I’m sorry, Aggie. I hope you’re doing well. I hope you’re gunning your engine and putting Clint Eastwood to shame with your hill-jumping and curve-hugging. Please know that every time I go to the grocery and have to lug my groceries to a bus stop and then wait forty-five minutes for the bus to arrive and take me home, I miss you and your CD player terribly. Godspeed, silver girl.
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