I recently ended an eight-year relationship, and I’m still having mixed feelings about it. She wasn’t always good to me, it’s true, but she was mine, and we’d been through a lot together. It was a long, painful and ultimately pricey goodbye, and I’ll always be nostalgic about our time together.
I’m talking, of course, about my car, Millie.
She was a 2000 Volkswagen Golf, the second red Golf I ever owned, and my third VW of the same body type. Until I traded Millie in last Saturday, I’d essentially been driving the same car since high school (1992), when my stepdad surprised me with a 1979 Rabbit, the precursor to the Golf.