Tuesday, December 11, 2007
HELP US NAME OUR NEW CAT!
Saturday, December 1, 2007
The Great Junkyard in the Sky
My heart lurched with the Jetta as the transmission clunk-clunkedat Snoqualmie, the final mountain pass before entering Seattle.
That smell of burning lubricants on hot engine wafted in
as her tranny fluids spilled over the highway.
We were lucky to make it to my friend's place.
The transmission transfusion failed.
After the fifth time she slipped out of gear and refused to slip back in,
during a valiant attempt to go to an art store downtown Seattle,
I knew it was time to pull the plug.
The auto doctors concurred.
How was I going to tell my wife? Ugh!
Fortunately, the Jetta was an organ donor
and through America's Car Donation Charities Center
her working parts will be collected to raise money
for W.O.M.A.N. (Women Organized to Make Abuse Nonexistent)
plus they'll give us a tax-deductible receipt and tow the car for free.
Here are my final pics of her as I said good-bye
before catching the train back to Whitefish.
We may post more stories about the Jetta in the future as remembering is part of the grieving process for us and if any of you have your own memories of her, please jot 'em down in the comments, we'd love to read them. Thanks for your thoughts and support!




