The Spacemobile is gone.
Saturday morning I sold it to a father who wanted a car to take his son camping. "When you get it running," I told him truthfully, "this is the perfect car for you." I made $450 on the deal, which is $450 more than I made on the Buick. But I didn't really care about that, although it will help absorb a little of the down payment on the Civic. I cared that somebody was going to take the Spacemobile camping again. Even if it wasn't me.
I didn't get to say goodbye to it - the tow truck driver had it all jacked up and ready to go, and when the guy showed up with the money to make the deal final, the driver just kind of took off. All I have is this vision of the Spacemobile rolling away from me, one last time, as I'll always remember it - on the back of a tow truck. Appropriately, I used up my last free AAA tow for the year to get it taken away. This is the second year in a row I've used up all four.
I know I'll see it again. Someday, somehow, I'll catch a glance of a fleeting aqua apparition on one of LA's many highways, or perhaps broken down in a ditch. There are a few other '93 turquoise Eurovans out there, but I'll always know my Spacemobile. I mean, c'mon. It's missing half a bumper and a hubcap. And they'll never get that "My child was student of the month at Field School, 1994" bumper sticker off. Unless, of course, the other half of the bumper falls off.