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  • Bidding farewell to a good friend

  • Iím in the throes of having an ďOld YellerĒ moment because I must get rid of an old friend and faithful companion. No, of course Iím not shooting a dog; perish that thought.
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  • Iím in the throes of having an ďOld YellerĒ moment because I must get rid of an old friend and faithful companion. No, of course Iím not shooting a dog; perish that thought.
    Iím getting rid of my trusty Isuzu. Weíve spent the past 16 years rolling together down 329,000 miles of highways and byways, but now have arrived at a fork in our road.
    I bought my wife Ann a new car, so logically Iím inheriting her old one. Of course ďoldĒ isnít valid usage of that adjective in this case.
    Her ride is almost as pristine as the day we bought it so not only is it new to me, it still has a lot of ďnewĒ in it. But even as I move up, Iíll look back with great affection for the white Methuselah Iím leaving that was so understanding.
    It never got washed. An oil change meant putting in a couple of quarts when its light came on. Water was added when the thermometer said it was time. If I didnít pay attention, itíd burp me a steam puff reminder to get a drink.
    And even after all such dereliction of ownership responsibilities, my little Isuzu fired up and took off every time I asked it to. Still does, which brings me to the bright side.
    Normally any vehicle with such huge mileage would be destined for the junkyard but not in this case. Itís going to my brother in-law Ralph who is somewhat of a car savant.
    After a few weeks in his hands, my little machine will be purring like a cat and sparkling like a diamond in a goatís butt. Heíll put my old car into perfect order.
    In fact, you can mark my words: When Ralph gets through with it, itíll be almost new. I wonder if heíll advertise it as a 1998 ďdemo.Ē Thatíd be weird but the thought makes me smile.
    The reason for this dance of musical cars is Annís new Jeep. Itís quite amazing. I had no idea about what bells and whistles came in them nowadays. Iíve never had bells and whistles, only rattles and squeaks.
    It has no key in the traditional meaning. You donít use it to unlock the car, get in and start it. The vehicle simply ďknowsĒ you have it.
    In the words of Star Trekís Commander Sulu, ďOh my.Ē Each seat is heated and cooled with individual settings. A camera displays whatís behind you when you back up and the mirrors pivot downward to reflect each rear tire.
    I think I read in the ownerís manual that if youíre ever late on a payment, Jeepís Captain Kirk will push a lever that immediately transports you into your bankerís office. Iíll definitely not explore that ďservice.Ē
    Page 2 of 2 - Iím adjusting to Annís car to make it mine. Its floors and seats arenít covered with papers and files, but Iíll fix that in short order.
    Also, the air-conditioning works so I wonít ride with the window down. There goes my farmerís tan.
    Otis Gardnerís column appears weekly. He can be reached at ogardner@embarqmail.com.
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