Saying Goodbye to an Old Friend

In October of 1997 I bought my second car, a 1968 Pontiac Firebird 400. This week, I sold it to somebody else. I bought it as an ugly, puke green, rusted up beater..

..but, it could smoke the tires up and down the block.

After several years, I had all the body damage fixed up nicely, had the car painted a much more attractive black metallic, spent countless hours rewiring the electricals, working on the motor, and making it much nicer. I even had it transpored here up to Washington when I moved.

Living in an apartment complex with no tolerance for car work, my car needing maintenance, and not having any chance to drive it or keep it in good shape. I made the decision to sell. After listing, it didn't take long to find a buyer, and now my muscle car is gone.

On the one hand, I'm sad, but on the other hand, not so much. The new owner will take good care of it, and I have one less attachment, which is always nice. But, I will still miss it.