Gone, but not forgotten.
The lease is broken, as is my heart. At 2500 pounds, this stout little hatchback braved two Wisconsin winters on my behalf, deftly sliding me to safety day in and day out. The 4 cylinder roared like a baby kitten, though it’s cold environment deafened the purr a little bit. First gear simulated an adult waking up on a Saturday afternoon: sluggish, yawning, and groggily exclaiming, “I’m up, I’m up…” But beyond second gear, the car was eager to please as much as 128 horses could.
I always wanted an orange car. It’s sad to get rid of one.
“Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”
-Hamlet, Act V