Monday, August 10, 2009
Rob has a buyer. Someone from the San Francisco Bay Area. So he stopped by today and cleaned Black Beauty up then drove her to a parking lot, stuck some printer paper over the license plate and began the photo shoot.
These are just a few of the photos.
I love her very much because she's seen me through tons of crap and my butt fits perfectly in that seat. She embraced me when the BMW was a gonner after hitting that stupid Mustang. Will this guy buy her? Yes. But I don't want him to. I don't want her to leave me. Yes, I know she's just a car, but she's so much more than just a car and I don't know how to explain it.
Actually, yes I do. I have always, always, always been a woman of independant means, until recently. I've made all the decisions about my life and enjoyed every minute. Now I'm not in control, through no fault of my own, and I'm in agony. Losing Black Beauty is simply a reminder I'm not in control. I'd never sell her. Really, I wouldn't. I mean, look at her, she's adorable!