With any relationship, failure to handle upkeep ultimately results in death. I haven't yet buried her, but I am at that inevitable turning point in deciding whether to invest in more care or prepare the arrangements. Such is the case with Sheeba. She's not a person; she's my car.
Sheeba came into my life in the fall of '05. She was a much needed gift from an ex-boyfriend. I was a little hesitant in accepting her because I didn't know bow to drive a manual, but it was a very hard decision: learn to drive her or continue taking Septa. After a few lessons I drove her home.
There was the initial frustration of handling her in city traffic, the not-so-smooth shifting and stalling out, but we soon became one.
I must admit that we've had our share of problems but in the end she's always been there for me. I'm not yet ready to let her go, but I don't want to overwork her. It's a hard decision to make. I have a lot of thinking to do.
Update: Sheeba was fixed. She needed some radiator work, and next week she'll get a much needed tune up. After that I'm going to put her on the market.
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