I mentioned before that I sold my motorcycle, my Pre-marriage I am a dangerous man look out ladies transportation. And that was a somewhat painful experience. Not really as it was more of a useless eyesore in my ever more crowded garage.
But now I have begun an even more painful venture. I have places a For Sale sign in my little 1990 Ford Bronco II. This little truck has been my primary transportation for the majority of the last seven years (outside of the year where it sat fallow because I had cracked the heads on it). She is still a very good looking truck too, having spent all but the last three years of her life in the high dessert of central New Mexico. Where cars rarely fall victim to rust and more likely meet their demise in an alcohol related traffic accident. (New Mexico has the highest reported instances of alcohol related fatalities in the US). Now I will be honest she needs some paint, all that dessert wind and sand has worn the lovely pale blue paint off the center of the hood and roof. But she is super clean inside and everything still works, except the cruse control which mysteriously stopped functioning a few months after we purchased it, and the factory stereo which is demon possessed and if you attempt to adjust the volume in any way it goes from one extreme to the other without warning quite annoying at the very least. Over the years we have owned it I have replaced almost every major system starting with the steering pump, alternator, fuel pump, clutch (master and slave cylinders) breaks, and finally the motor three years ago. She almost new, but alas either the Bronco or the Jeep have to go so the older is put up on the sale block.
All this has come about because we needed to purchase a mini van to accommodate the arrival of our third child in December. The upside is that my wife is now driving a much newer automobile (only 3 years old) and I am upgrading to the 10 year old vehicle from the Bronco which is 15 years old. I am enjoying the Jeep already but it is still a little sad to see something that you have had for so long leave. At least this relationship will end better than that of my other vehicles (all of which I KILLED).