I think I finally sold off my driveway ornament, the first car I first bought on my own back in 1983. That thing saw some shit, multiple road trips, my ex crawling across the console to sit on my lap while I was driving nearly killing us both, packing people into the trunk to sneak them into no longer existent drive in theater, but it got to be too much for me to maintain. Had a high school kid stop by this evening saying he had the whole 500 bucks I was asking the last time he was over, he brought his dad with him to check it out, and his dad says "I like welding, and I have a trailer!"
So all fine and good. May she have a better second life.