In December of 2016 my mother purchased a pre-owned car, when she gave up driving the following July I "inherited" it. On Monday morning it wouldn't start, the tow-truck driver gave the battery a jump and we took it to my garage. Later in the afternoon I got the word: the transmission was basically cooked and given the age of the car and its mileage they recommended I not bother with repairs given how prohibitive the cost would be. They referred me to a nationally-known pre-owned car dealership with a location here in town, on Tuesday I was there to look over the inventory. I called my broker to let them know what was happening, they told me to call back when I knew what the exact purchase price would be. On Wednesday I was there after supper to settle up on a 2014 hatchback/SUV with a little less than ninety thousand miles on the odometer. I've been telling people that "The Old Gray Mare" just wasn't what she used to be so we put her out to pasture and brought "Black Beauty" in to replace her (a reference to the colors of the respective vehicles). All of this was happening around another round of chemo, on Tuesday afternoon I had lab work which was more stable than the last time, the treatment itself went on as scheduled on Wednesday. On Thursday Jenny and her mother got their first look at the new wheels, they both commented on how much roomier the interior is. The old car had 180,000 miles on it, by the time I reach that mark with this car I may very well not even be driving anymore. Take care, thanks for reading.
