selling the car

Sunday I sell my car … it’s going to be a hard separation for me. I’ve driven it 164,000 miles since 1997 - or to put it another way, I’ve spent nearly half a year of 24-hour days of my life inside it. It’s seen me through eleven girlfriends, eight bedrooms, dozens of states and two provinces. It’s been slept in, shat in (by ferrets), and lived in; it’s been shelter against a dust storm and drenched in a thunderstorm through intentionally open windows.