Speaking of Richard, he needs a car in Columbia, so our black Acura sedan has now been relocated to Missouri. I hope that it serves him as faithfully and reliably as it has served us since we bought it almost 10 years ago.
Your car is like mayonnaise — you either love it, or you hate it, and there is no middle ground. I hate mayonnaise, but I loved the Black Ack. I loved its graceful lines and comfortable interior, its simple dashboard and its easy to reach knobs and buttons. I loved its easy handling, its quick burst of acceleration, and its good gas mileage. And most of all I loved its reliability. It had a few dings and dents, but when we turned it over to Richard it had 175,000 miles on it and was still going strong.
I drove that car pretty much every day for years, wrote about it in good times and bad, and got to know it like you get to know an old friend. I’ll miss not seeing it in the driveway, but I’m glad that Richard is inheriting it — because I know he loves that car, too. When you pass along an heirloom, you want to make sure that the recipient cares about it as much as you do.