Selling My Car

My Chevrolet Impala was gone. I had not given it another thought after I left it on the parking lot of Clutch and drove away in our BMW. Any sad feelings? Not at all. Any feeling of relief? Not much either.

This was contrary to what I had had imagined. I had thought that there was an emotional value attached to the vehicle and I should have a bad feeling seeing it parting from me. It turned out that fictional emotion had served as an excuse for my inaction and procrastination. The vehicle should have been disposed of years ago.

“It may be needed some day down the road.” I always assured myself. That day never came. I had gotten used to commuting by public transit. I would rather be getting up earlier and have a nap on the subway than driving on the local fully alert. Maybe that was because I am getting older.

I could not even remember for how long the vehicle had been left in the garage without being driven.

I had gotten a full tank of fuel, cancelled the insurance, and run the vehicle for 30 to 45 minutes once a week. When the fuel was running out, I had filled another tank and continued to do the same thing until it would not start anymore. At that time there was ¼ tank of fuel left.

I knew the battery would be dead. It did.

This was all expected. I saved money on insurance. I had to pay for the replacement of the battery.

In fact, I did not have a sad feeling after the previous house was sold.

I did not have the experience with owning and selling a pet. Perhaps that would be an emotional experience.

Will I have a sad feeling when I lose something else? I cannot imagine.