gone

The car is sold. In a matter of hours yesterday, I heard from the dude, received payment, and watched as the car's new owner drove off in it down my street. It's good to see a blank spot on my driveway where that car used to be.

Working on that car again brought back a lot of the really horrible feelings I had right after the accident that wrecked it. Yesterday evening, I could hardly speak I was in such a horrible mood. I think I just needed to sleep so my mind could reset itself and process that the cause (or at least the focus) of so much stress in my life is gone now. I was dead tired when i went to bed, but I had a hard time falling asleep. I'm not prone to insomnia, so I was relieved to wake up this morning feeling fine about the car being gone. I know it was the right thing to do.

In brief tribute, some photos of the 1966 VW Bug formerly known as The Devil: