We had kind of a sad moment today. When my grandmother died about 8 years ago, Lady Pariah and I inherited her car, a 1990 Dodge Dynasty. It only had about 90,000 miles on it and was in fantastic shape. It quickly became our primary vehicle, ad was so for several years.
Alas, last summer it started having problems. Namely, the brake system failed. Our mechanic told us he could fix her (we had named the car 'Lula' after Granny), but it would cost about twice what the car was worth. We were talking about the problem with the dealer where we bought our minivan last fall, and he said he thought they could probably fix it for a lot less than that. So had Lula towed to the dealer. Sadly, they couldn't locate the key part (a master cylinder that only a handful of cars that year used before a design change was instituted med-year).
So today we sold Lula to a scrap yard, where we trust she will live on as an organ donor for other old cars. So if you would, please raise your respective glasses with me in memory of a good car who served my family well for almost a quarter of a century.