Death Becomes Her

The time has come for the Silver Bullet to be laid to rest. Sunday morning during a routine trip down Wellington Road, the Bullet experienced a cough, a wheeze, and a putter. She had to be towed back to the church parking lot - a mere mile and a whole $75 later. She could not shift gears, my worst fears, of her failing transmission. Most of her parts are working, but she cannot function as an automobile and she need not inconvenience our lives any longer. She now sits with a running engine, but worthless to society. So, we ran her fluids dry - pulled the plug - so to speak. In a few days she will be towed away and crushed forever. Our times were precious but I know she would not want to live this way.