…is what I got for poor old George. He got hauled away on the back of a flatbed this afternoon. The “recycling center” offered me $230 but then I had to pay for towing; the towing guy gave me $200 and said he’d make some off the tires and such. It meant I didn’t have to drive back to Cassville. I have a history of driving cars until they are dead – because I really hate car shopping – but this is a first.
Got the new(ish) car this morning. It’s rather nice to have a car I know will get me from place to place again. After further research last night, I decided it was the best choice I could make. Damn even used cars are expensive. I still feel guilty taking help from Dad but I just don’t have a choice at the moment. And at least I can make payments that I can afford to him and that’ll make me feel better.
George is dead. Long live George IV.