Deflated when her Swedish car manufacturer dissolved, she was aware that her name was no longer held in high regard. Other cars on the road ignored her, throwing dust as they quickly passed her by. Her rear struts would squeak, the engine light was permanently on, and the driver window would not roll down anymore. We kept her battery on a charger in the garage or she would not start. She would remind me that the security system did not work by blinking lights at me and she emitted an awful rubber smell. Even so, I found it difficult to part with her. Her body was clean and svelte, her interior was comfortable and, until this morning, she always had a lot of vigor.
Over the years, she helped me get to work, transported our two children to various appointments, and traveled with us on road trips across the country.
My husband reminds me, the repairs she needs will cost more than she is worth.
Having various aches in my old bones, I feel her pain. Rather than sell her off for parts, we decided to donate her to charity. That way she can live on through the organization she is helping. I looked online at Donate-your-car-vehicle and called the donation number, asking what she might be worth. They reassured me that they would take care of her and put her to good use. I found out that her value would be determined at auction, which is what we can claim this year as our donation. If she doesn’t get $500 or more, we can still claim $500 on our taxes. I know her tires and battery are nearly worth that. Surely she has more in her that skilled hands could revive.
I go online and fill out the paperwork, recording her vitals. They need the title signed over and the keys, that’s it. I go online and cancel the insurance. I remove the registration plates to turn back into the state for a refund. Then I wait for the tow-truck driver to call. The next week I get a morning call telling me to expect a driver between ten and ten-thirty. As promised, I get the call and direct him to where I am, standing by the car.
I sign the title over, help steer the car as he pushes it back to where he can load it up, then watch as he drives away.
It is bittersweet, but she is going out in style–glad to donate her organs to bring new life to those in need.