It is getting harder and harder, to say goodby, to an old friend.

For a while, I have wanted to sell my old friend. My 1997 Chevy Cavalier.

It is not the fasted car on the road. In fact it has a engine that Hot Rod magazine named as one of the top ten, worse engines of all times. I don't think I can put up any facts to dispute that claim. The best that I could do is maybe find a few more, that I could add to the list, so it might come in 12th.

Still, the appeal for me, is the drop top. I know that I could, after I sell this one, go and buy another convertible, but I don't know if it would be the same. This car has been in the family for over eight years now.

Too me, doesn't have to be the best, to win your heart. All you have to do is have some fond memories, to make it part of your history. I have had a few in this one.

Back in April, I tried to sell it, before the tags, expired. I parked it about a mile from my house, with the four sale signs on the front windshield. I decided to walk home for the exercise, and got two calls, before I got home. Both calls seemed very interested and I asked them to call back in fifteen minutes, so I could get home and get another car and meet them back at the old Cavalier. I didn't get another call, all afternoon and into the evening. I thought this is strange. I found out later, that some one had stolen the for sale signs off the windshield.

I drove it a couple of more days, and the thermostat went bad. I have been trying to find time, ever since, to get it fixed. I don't know if I'm not just trying to postpone the inevitable.

Here's to good old memories, may they always bring a smile to our face - Boyd