She's officially retired. Yes, my first car ever. 1993 Pontiac Grand Am Coupe. 5 speed. Got her January 1997. Drove her home once my dad and I got into the country area, and I could take the side roads home. I managed, with a few stall outs. She made many a trips: to West Virginia, more so to Vanderbilt. Once I bought my Altima, I kept her around to drive to and from work to keep the mileage off my Altima.A couple of weeks ago, I drove to work one evening - everything seem to be fine. I left work a little early - 6am. I got in the car to start it...and nothing. I called VUPD to see if they could give me a jump, thinking it could be my battery. The officer said that it didn't seem to be the problem. So, I had to make arrangements to have it towed home. It was an expensive way to get home!
Since then, my dad and brother had some people to look at it to see if it was worth fixing. The answer was no. Not really sure what's wrong with her. It was a sad moment for me. She and I had gone along way together! :)
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=o( how sad... At least the Altima is running great!!
Isn't it so sad!!!??? I am one of those people that believe that cars have feelings. I know I am an idiot. I felt so guilty trading my last car in after all the things that we had been through. I actually felt guilty for driving my new car off the lot! But the new car feeling took over pretty soon! :)
What a sad post! I remember when my Avenger finally gave-out. Boy, I still miss that car. Sometimes when we are in the grocery store and buying canned goods, Jason says, "You know, that can could be part of your Avenger because it's been scrapped and recycled by now."
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