end of an era
Well, I suppose the timing is a bit of synchronicity, and the symbolism anotomically correct, but the 4-Runner went to a new home today. My ex and I bought the truck (we always called it "the truck") when we found out she was pregnant. My son essentially grew up in the truck. Many nights spent driving around Claremont trying to get him quiet and asleep. He and I spent untold hours (136K miles worth) in the truck...its where he first sang the lyrics to "Do It Again" (at age 2 as I recall). As you might imagine the stereo was always on, so from birth the boy was immersed in Steely Dan and the rest of the usual suspects. And so on this day, not long after the papers reached their required 6 month mark, and as we finalize the settlement, the truck passes too.
So long.
