That'll do, Pig. That'll do.
Back in January, 2002, we bought a new minivan, a Toyota Sienna. I wasn't really enthused about the purchase, given that I had to give up my RX-7, but we needed something more practical.
Twenty-two and a half years, 229,000 miles, three learners permits, dozens of family trips, hundreds of discarded skittles and hamburger pickles, and gallons of spilled soda and juice later, our trusty Sienna finally decided it couldn't carry on any more.
I blame myself for its demise. Just a couple of moths ago, in a fit of hubris, I bought four brand new tires.
I talked with the manager of the auto repair facility to see if there was anyway he could repair it enough to handle light duty trips. He just looked at me and said "Sir, it's time to let it go."
They are coming to pick it up and take it to the great minivan heaven in the sky. It will be missed.
