Nearly three years ago we said goodbye to the family maruti 800. The good old car that taught me how to drive. It belonged to my grandfather and I was sad to see it go. But its time had come, I guess...
Today, we said good bye to our Accent. Also a family old hand and another brilliant car. A car I drove all the way to Nanital within two months of us getting it, a car that I took out on weekends when Dad was not around, a car that made you feel the pep in good old huge petrol engines. Like the maruti, I drove it more than anyone else in the family.
We had it for a short while and almost appropriately there is hardly a picture with it. I headed for a quick workout today and I knew it was going to be gone soon. I wanted a picture with it but no one was around to click one. I whipped out the phone and took a quick one which is attached here. It's blurry, but beautiful.
I read zenhabits.net a lot. Leo says store few memories and if any, let them be digital. I agree, hanging on is not good. But this post and picture is good for this beautiful dimpled beauty. May she run many more with the new guy. He's a lucky man...
