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My 1991 Honda finally died.  It was a series of events that lead up to this day, but the day was inevitable.  So, like I had done in the past with some of my other cars, I took one last picture with my car before it was sent off to be donated.

Sad day, but I'm glad to be in a car with air bags and air conditioning.  It's been a long time coming, but I'm very glad to be here.

Our car that we got as the replacement is a 2009 Honda Civic.  It's cranberry color and yes, my husband is driving it.  I'm actually okay with this though, because the Honda Accord is bigger and I like it better.

A win win.  Now we just need our little receipt to prove that we donated our car.  Hopefully it arrives before we do our taxes!

Goodbye brown bomber.  Glad you were in our lives for the time that you were.  You were good to us and we enjoyed having you as our car.  With 199,700 miles, I can say that you did more than we ever thought you would!

Comments

We drive cars until they die around here as well! :)
Alyson said…
Sounds like it was a great car while it lasted but I bet you're glad that you will have air conditioning again :)
Very nice. I loooove our Honda and will get another when that one dies....in 10 years hopefully :)
M said…
The new ride is great, but I am sad to see the auto seat belts leave...

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