Yes, we’re finally selling our car of nearly five years.

We’re selling Lance.

Lance has been a good car. Dependable, reliable and never a gas guzzler. We’ve gone through the worst of times together: flooded Espana, radiator trouble, freon leaks, drunk drivers and water meters. Lance was my (and the family’s) first car, and all I know now about driving, I owe to Lance.

I learned how to shift gears in time to avoid conking out the engine; pump the clutch in case the stick shift gets stuck; keep my foot on the gas pedal to avoid a watery death; drive a pawis-steering car with one hand; and park in reverse.

Now it’s almost time to say goodbye, because we need a bigger car (we have really, really long legs and little patience) and my cousin’s finally selling his Revo.

I sort of feel like crying the same way I did when my dog Kim died, except that it seems weird because Lance isn’t even a living thing. I suppose I really should stop naming my things, because then I find it extremely hard to let go.

*sigh*

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