It's odd. I get up this morning and the car turns over like a dream, warms up fairly quickly given the temperature outside of about 7 or so, and drive to drop off food at the food bank for Gramma R. An enjoyable ride, though a little odd to be driving a car. I found myself sitting on the seat wrong, too used to a wider bench-type seat, and reaching for where the old stereo controls should be.
Then I pull in at Grandpa's for breakfast... and see Genie sitting there. Cold. Snow covered. Jealous. I felt soo bad. I promised her I'd drive her until she was a fine rust sand in 10-gallon buckets. I don't know if your car has a soul, but Genie certainly does. And I abandoned her for a shiny new machine. On one hand, I have decent credit, a practically new car, and a warranty that I don't see expiring in the next few years. On the other, I could have completely refurbished Genie for the same price.