Well sort of...
Our car which wh used for work and thus for his A activities died a few weeks ago. We had already had the timing chain/tensioner replaced and knew there was a possibility of it going again. This time wh was lucky in that when it went he didn't crash...He got it stopped just in time but not using the brakes...both failed.
We decided since it was going to cost a lot to fix we would scrap it.
So my brother and I towed it in.
I felt a bit of a sense of loss. Both of my kids came home from the hospital in that car but when wh asked if I was sad I said no. I hated that car after DDay. Hated watching wh drive off to work. Seeing it sitting in the driveway was a constant reminder of his A.
Now it's gone. Sitting partly crushed on a stack of other cars. It's a weird feeling of relief that it's gone. Of course down to one vehicle is a royal pain but this feeling of not seeing that car sitting there makes me smile.
I took ow2 to the wreckers
(Hindsight is 20/20. I thought of it afterwards, I should have printed off a picture of her and left it in the car lol)