Last weekend, I drove her 290 miles to Portland, Oregon to register for college. It'll be the last such trip she ever makes.
On the return trip, it was raining, the road was a steep downhill grade and for the first time since I've owned the car my brakes locked up on me. I hit the stone guard rail at 40mph.
My baby even made the last ride comfortable, I stepped out of the car without a scratch or a bruise on me, I wasn't even shaken up. Today, I received a call from my insurance agent. "A total loss" he called it.
I'll never forget my Fiat. My first classic car, the first time I've ever truly enjoyed driving, and the first time I've ever really loved my car.


RIP
6/1978 - 8/2010