Today I got rid of my first car. It was always having problems and about a month ago, it broke down on my way to work.
I loved the color (gold/metallicmustard/whatever), but I think that was its only endearing quality. I was ready to part ways with Goldie, but I never anticipated that the hardest part would be listening to it get pulled onto the tow truck.
The car was stuck in park and wouldn't go into neutral, so it screeched all the way up and almost sounded like it was crying out, "Please don't sell me for scrap! Please don't sell me for scrap! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
It was awful. I felt like an evil villain from a Disney movie about cars with human personalities (aka Cars).Here is a picture from four and a half years ago when I first got Goldie.