After incessant overheating and head gasket problems, we finally put the Subaru down. I tried to sell her back to a Subaru dealer in Glenwood Springs, but after they took a look, they offered me a whopping $0. But Craigslist did the trick. This morning, the Subaru was towed away forever, and I was left standing in the snow with the proceeds: enough to cover the initial tow-job to Glenwood Springs and lunch at the "Village Smithy" in Carbondale on the way back to Aspen.The whole sad episode reminded me of a scene from the film "Motorcycle Diaries," where Ernesto and Alberto's 1939 Norton 500 (below), which they named "The Mighty One" broke down for good and was tearfully loaded on the back of a truck to be shipped off for scrap.
But this morning, we shed no tears. And all in all, I am glad to be rid of the Subaru even if I couldn't get anything for it. Adeu Subaru . . .
4 comments:
I always hated that car.
I always felt like a lesbian in that car.
Ohhhhh, so sad. I crashed our twiner 97 burgandy subaru yesterday in a nasty snowstorm and that was our "nice" car. We feel your pain. They had about the same lifespan and led good lives. A moment of silence...
Did the dent in the hood caused by Dan Stewart endure to the end?
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