New job, no more car
To my dreading, it has become that time in the life cycle of my car: it had to go.
No more *vroem-vroem*, or rattling, or flying low. No more noisy and loud acceleration, no more old Charade.
Too bad it had to go, it was my very first car. I now have a decent substitution for it though, yet I’m going to miss it.
*sentimental*
