Today, we traded in our namesake truck under the Cash for Clunkers program.
As a clarification (and tribute), "Truck" was most certainly not a clunker, but instead a reliable friend for the past few years. I'm literally crying as I type this... yeah, weird.
But the AC was shot, the airbag was questionable, the horn didn't work and it smelled like old men -- a few of them. So, it was time to let our faithful companion enjoy a second life as a toaster or a recycled countertop... so, who knows, hopefully we'll get a bit of him back one day in the form of another consumer product.
And, through the program, we got more than twice what we would have in resale (and not felt guilty about selling a potential hazard to someone else)... and combined with current Ford rebates, the new truck was over 25% off of the sticker (closer to half-price, really... but then you add sales tax and fees and...).
So, thanks and goodbye, old friend. You'll be remembered fondly and keep your rightful place in the banner above (and in our hearts)... you started every time (even when we didn't want to start, sometimes), you helped out neighbors and friends (and helped to turn neighbors into friends) and helped us through the most difficult two years of our life... thanks for that.
And, Bret... no, you can't borrow this one for a run to the dump.
Sniff (and Sob)...