Random Dayz: These Old Tires

An old, good friend was towed away today. It made me pretty sad to see him go. Parking space had become a commodity at my house, and I had just purchased a new vehicle. I simply could not afford to continue fixing the old car, and the new owner had a privately owned shop and was eager for a project. As the young gentleman tenderly hefted his new car onto the flatbed truck, free of charge, I realized something that I was ashamed not to have thought of before: that although I was giving my car away for free, I felt completely satisfied that he would be fixed up and well cared for instead of being scrapped or rusting in a junkyard somewhere downtown. And that, I thought as my car flew off under the power of another engine, was payment enough for me.

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