Some of you know, and some of you don't, but 2 weeks ago the Hamburglar and I were in a minor fender bender. Minor in that no one was hurt and there wasn't a scratch on anyone else's car. However, it was major trauma for the Hamburglar, and because of her age, it was enough to render her in the eyes of the insurance company, a "total loss".
It will be a loss to us, of course, to no longer have a car, but more greatly, to have lost a dear and sturdy friend. The Hamburglar was the first car I ever drove ( she still has the old TRN parking sticker on her). She got both Aimee and I safely to and from college over the span of 9 years. She reliably shepherded us to visit family and friends throughout the northeast.
When Jim and I bought her from my mom, she had already done more than a full tour of duty at 15 years of age. We both thought she didn't owe us anything, we just hoped she'd be down for an adventure. And she was. We covered over 13,000 miles together across this great and vast country. Winding dirt roads in Montana, 80mph highways in Wyoming, scenic by-ways through canyons in Arizona. For the past three months she has been a steady conveyance for surviving in the suburbs. She died having seen over 150,000 miles in her lifetime. We loved her, we will miss her. May she enjoy "rabble rabble-ing" on the great highway in the sky.
