Last night, I did it: I sold Vinny the Volvo. After 10 happy years and many adventures, Mr. Vinchenzo will be motoring out his golden years (appropriately,) on the Cape with his new owners, a young sweet couple.
Even though Mark and I decided that selling Vinny and only having one car would be the most responsible path, making the move and actually signing over my old boy was hard. I cried after the new owners left. In a way, I feel like Vinny represented the last vestige of my quirky single days. He was also my only, actual "paid off" (by Dad-orelli) asset in the world. In some ways, I know that it seems silly to develop first-name-basis bonds with the inanimate objects of our everyday existence...but, to me, Vinny was a pal, a means of independent travel after too many Greyhound trips between Cincinnati and Pittsburgh, a big Swedish tank.
Teddy and Krissy -- be good to my Vinny!
It is not weird to name your car! Mark and I first had Rose, his car before we got married and we got rid of it right before we were married when it wouldn't start. And we've had Sally, the Saturn, ever since. It's fun and makes you feel more connected to those silly old beasts (even though I much prefer public to car, it's nice to have).
Posted by: Jerri | Friday, 27 February 2009 at 12:57 PM
I'll miss the old boy, too. He was a trusty steed and always kept my buns extra warm. :)
Posted by: The Professor | Friday, 27 February 2009 at 11:42 AM