Dear Batmobile Jr.,
Well, we've come to the end of the line. I have to let you go. And even though the dealership only gave me $100 for you, please know that you have been invaluable to me over the past five years; you owe me absolutely nothing.
You began life in 1997 under the care of my father. 6 years later, you came into my charge. You were my first car. You were a great travel companion. You transported me safely to Windsor, London, Toronto, Ottawa and Montreal. You've been there for countless moves for school and co-op jobs. And the best part: you did this without any major repairs.
Enjoy your retirement, old friend.
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