I sold my 1994 Ford Taurus today, my shiny candy apple red companion for driving all over the state in the last 15 years. It was strange to watch someone else drive it away. I had a nice "thank you for the good times" chat with it on the way to the Park & Sell lot, and yes of course I gave it a hug when nobody was looking.
I am seriously the most sappy mushy person on earth, I know...
Here's a photo to remember the good times. Here we were stopped at "Cowboy Camp" on the way back from Mendocino two years ago. (No, I didn't find any cowboys there):
Thus officially begins the Age of Avalon. May we have as many years together. I think the Avalon and I have officially bonded now after the ~2000 mile drive to Wyoming and back.