Well, I finally decided to get a new car, as Rhonda had died about three times in one two week span, and it was getting too expensive to keep fixing her. I was gonna buy the new car this weekend.
Last weekend, she got towed out of my apartment complex for sitting there for too long. Now, I had no idea how I was going to get rid of her anyway, since she didn't run and had, like, seven flats, but I was still totally stunned.
After calming down a little and calling the abandoned vehicle place, they said it would be okay if I just came up there to get my stuff out, without paying to get her back (which would have cost $600+.)
I finally went up there yesterday.
I don't think I've ever been to a more depressing place:
The fact that it was overcast and gloomy didn't help at all.
I went in and told the lady why I was there, and she told me to go ahead and get my stuff out. So I walked through the parking lot of forgotten cars, looking for my precious Rhonda so I could empty my stuff out and tell her goodbye properly. When I found her, she looked so so sad.
I did my best not to cry as I got all my stuff out, but before I left I gave her a big hug and I told her how much I loved her and how much I would miss her.
As I was leaving, they told me that if I wasn't going to claim her I had to leave them the title and the keys, so I did, and then I left.
I don't want to know what happens to her next. I hope that in car heaven, she's brand new again, with a tank full of oil and nice clean gas, and driving around with her headlights up and the same color and gleaming brightly, because she deserves it. She was such a good car. I will miss her so, so much.