Bernie The Beretta: A Eulogy

I wanted to say a few things about Bernie, because everyone who visits only heard me gripe about her for the last 2 or 3 years.

Bernie came to me at a bad time. My Grand Am had just breathed its last and I was unemployed. Bernie was all I could afford and I only paid $1500 for her. I've had her for just a little over 6 years. Here's the post introducing her to the world.

She came to me with 65,000 miles on her and she leaves me with 93,331. She wasn't a bad car so much as she was a car that should have had more car before I got her. She was literally dry rotting.

I always joked that she would be running and it would just be the seat the steering column and a dune buggy-like frame. Well, she left me, still running. So for that I'm thankful. I'd like to know that she wasn't completely a goner when I traded her.

She served me well in 6 years. Though I didn't let her go much farther than Pittsburgh.

May she rest in peace in the auto graveyard, or may she find someone that can piece her back together again so that she may find a new home.

I did love you Bernie. You were a good ride. Farewell.

Out With The Old, In With The New

Bernie the Beretta is no longer mine. I shed a few tears as I drove her home one last time. I may have bitched about her. I may have worried about her, but she was good to me for nearly 6 years. I am glad I don't have to see her junked, if that's to be her fate. I may not miss her, but I did love her.

Parting really is such sweet sorrow.

That said, meet Francesca The Ford. A lovely 2006 Ford Focus that has been in my possession for about an hour. I can't wait to be able to live my life with a more reliable car.

She's a very light turquoise and she runs beautifully.

Time to do the happy dance!