Way back, a long time ago I lived in Seattle.
I had a roomate named Bracan.
I got married we went to NY for a job.
Around the same time, Bracan got married and I sold my car to him.
A wonderful 92 Honda Accord. I loved that car. It had been stolen, broken into at least 3 times. Our family owned it from about 30,000 miles and I rolled 200,000 not long before I sold it. I had so many memories that included the car. It was very faithful to me.
Anyway, I think other members of my family might also be slightly attached to this car even though it is no longer ours.
While the verdict is yet out on the future of my old car, it looks pretty dead.
Please read the story of our good friends, the Williams, who recently had a non-typical day in my old car. While the car portion of the story is interesting, the pregnancy part of the story is a nail-biter.
I don't want to spoil it just go read it.