The decision to sell my main mode of transportation over the last three years was actually incredibly simple and easy to make.
We moved to LA, realized that keeping two cars is not only unnecessary, but wasteful and a pain in the butt, and then chose which vehicle we wanted most. Hannah’s Santa Fe won by a landslide, because it’s bigger and capable of hauling a couch, because it’s old and ready to die any day, and we want to get a new one.
I’m a little sad. Bertha was a good friend. I drove her over 80,000 miles in three years, up and down the East Coast multiple times, back and forth from Pennsylvania to North Carolina for a year and again from Maryland to North Carolina for 9 months. I’ve lived in 10 different homes across 6 different states with her, and once I lived in her for a week. She’s had three sets of tires and three windshields. She had a brick thrown through her rear window and a trunk full of ants. I met a girl with this car, drove her on dates with this car, took her to Maryland with this car, and married her with this car. She’s the first car I ever bought, and the first I’ll ever sell.
I’m sad to see her go. But not really, because now I can get a better one. See ya, Bertha!
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