An End To Things.

I'm actually at my computer right now. Tricked ya, huh?
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Got some news today, and it doesn't look like the car is savable. The 1993, pink, Geo Tracker with no airbags, a cracked front windshield, dog hair coated back seats, cup holders overflowing with change, isn't going to be around much longer. I'm really sad, it was my first car, and I honestly don't think that I'll ever have a car that will equal the supreme awesomeness of this vehicle.

I've had so many adventures in that car. The discovery of Canton2.0, my random 1a.m. trip to Toledo for absolutely nothing, getting lost in Detroit after a Keane concert, people wanting rides in it because of the novelty of it, and a lot more.

Yeah, the car was old, it leaked oil and some other fluids, didn't accelerate too well, and was kind of rusty, but still, it was cool, odd, and had a history to it. Whatever I get next probably won't have the same air of mystique to it. Plus, whatever I replace it with will be an old car anyway, so it's not like I'm getting a great performing car in lieu of losing my old one.

Though, in all seriousness, if anyone could get me a Pontiac Solstice, I'd consider taking it.