Wheels

Betsy is gone. She left yesterday. I thanked her and wished her well on her new journey and waved good bye to her as she putted her way down the street for the very last time. She seemed quite happy with her new owners who promised to give her the attention she needs. In fact I swear I saw her smile when the young couple talked about her new home in the back country and of how they would grind and patch the rust spots, fix the window that gets stuck every time it’s rolled down, tighten and replace the leaky hoses, give her some new shoes and a new muffler so she could purr like a kitten, hold her head up high and keep on chugging along for many more miles.

In Betsy’s place now sits a 1998, tip top shape, light purple Toyota Camry – a baby with only 150,000 kms under her belt and raring to go. The difficult part will be to NOT let her twist my rubber arm and convince my gypsy soul to take her on a road trip through the mountains so we can get used to each other. She’s not new to me though. We’ve partnered together before. She’s my sister’s car and I got to take her out a few times before when Betsy wasn’t up to the more heavy duty trips. She sure does look pretty sitting in the driveway this morning. I wonder what she’ll be called.