R.I.P.

It might not look like much but if there was one thing I could always count on, it was that the Ranger would get me there everytime. I purposely beat the shit out of it because I knew it was tired and ready to move on. Oil, power steering fluid and coolant were a daily routine but after 370,891 miles without any major issues, I couldn't expect any less. The check from the State of California sure put a smile on my face, but when I saw the dismantler write "crush" on the side of her I kinda felt a little guilty for the fate I had bestowed upon such a reliable car.
Thanks for the goodtimes.