Rattle, Shudder-Shudder-woo!

Today I signed over the old, dead, blue car which has been parked in the driveway too long to old-home friend Steve, who came by a few times this week. The plan is to use his new car trailer with a newly welded winch to haul it to the dump for scrap n split the money with me.
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I do need the cash, but I have trouble parting with some stuff, due to the connections it has with people from my life who've passed on.
I nick-named it "R2-D2" because it shuddered n rattled inexplicably at odd times. I drove the little chevy myself for five years carting high-school n college kids, n people all over Timbucktoo before it became more parts-worn, n I found my truck.
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My mother (now deceased) drove the 4-cylinder putt-putt for ten years before that, all over the USA for conventions n family visits, due to the great gas-mileage. The hard part for me is knowing it's the last new car my father ever bought, picked out for my mother, after six months of consumer report research back in the'80's- The infamous Cavalier (4-door) model.
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When it was still legally on the road after spending bux fixing it n for ads, I had it up for sale for a couple hundred, n there were no takers! I would've driven it to the junk dealer myself, but at the time they were only paying 11 bux for that weight, n the taxi ride home cost 12! We didn't have a town-trolley then.
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Finally it ran out of fuel to keep starting it every week, n the battery died, then it slowly deteriorated out there the past few winters in the snow. Everytime out the door I'd look at the old dolphin decal on the window n all the beach stickers on the back dash n get the warm, fuzzy, familar feelings of what it was like to have parents in the old days.
They always sold me their older cars, n I paid for every, single one.
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Sometime Last year, Steve offered to help me get it moved, but his blazer trucks (3) started dropping like flies, then he got a great, new building job out of town n got tied up.
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Finally his projects slowed down n scrap prices went back up over a hundred per ton due to the rising fuel prices and the wars overseas. So now Dad's old chevy may end up as amo or recycled goods in Afganistan, Korea or something similar. I find this a sad thought.
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Just not getting to see it anymore will bother me for awhile, I bet. I went out there yesterday n scraped off the dolphin pic, n some of the beach stickers. Somehow, it'll be easier to watch it hauled away tomorrow without them.
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Bye R2-D2, n thanks for the rides!