I bring bad tidings: my Toyota Echo, Sylvester, my bosom companion for the past seven years, Gas Mileage Champ and He Of The Surprisingly Spacious Trunk For Such A Tiny Car, is no more.
Monday night, I hit a guard rail on I-70 eastbound. My insurance has decided that it is not economical to fix him, so Sylvester is now toast. Alas.
I just felt I couldn't let him pass out of my life without some sort of memorial.
I'll miss my little clown car with the fabulous gas mileage; lack of cruise control, tape deck/CD player/AUX port, power windows and locks; and the check engine light that wouldn't turn off.
He was a trooper.