I just watched my rusty old car get towed away. Too many winters had taken their toll on it and it wasn't worth much; I donated it to a local charity and hopefully it will do some good. The Rusty Old Car didn't like to be shifted into reverse, was loud, chewed through batteries like bubble gum, and was literally rusting apart. Pushing in the clutch was practically a leg workout. It was character building, and I loved it. It was my first car, and I drove it for 8 years or so, to college and then my first grown up jobs. It handled road trips, beach trips, beer runs, mall runs and represented freedom. Adieu, you delightful machine. Thanks for everything.