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It took 12 years, but I finally killed the “car that wouldn’t die.”

They might throw a parade.

Arguably the worst car in Coupeville, the one every store owner was afraid to see enter their parking lot — in case it never exited — is no more.

It took me 12 years of use and major abuse, but I finally killed the “car that wouldn’t die.”

One final scream (from me or the car?) as the power steering departed for the great junkyard in the sky, and we finally reached the point where no mas was truly no mas.

12 years, though.

From the tail end of my video store life, through doing yard work on a 25-acre chunk of rock-encrusted property, a return to the dish pits of my youth, and then a full embrace of eking out a living pounding out thousands of stories here at Coupeville Sports.

Let’s be honest here.

I have no car repair skills and put that car through the wringer, and yet it endured. How we’ll never know.

It was the car covered in moss, dirt and rust.

The one which lost chunks of paint off the hood, chunks which flew across and hit oncoming traffic like kamikaze birds.

Until I covered the hood in bumper stickers, which then, little by little, chipped away and flew free across the prairie.

At one point those stickers advertised the Whidbey Examiner, from back in the days when it still operated as a scrappy independent newspaper and I wrote a gazillion stories in return for … yeah, pretty much those stickers.

The passenger side mirror? Sheared off while exiting a bank drive-in after a long day of work. I’m pretty sure the wall was attacking me…

The front of the car? Mangled by a major collision with a deer (who definitely attacked me, flying down a hill, spearing me, then sticking his tongue out at me as he wobbily bounded away to tell his buddies the story).

Which is why the licence plate was strapped on with weed eater cord for years. As you do.

The driver’s seat? It broke a year or two back, making me adept at working on my inner core when taking turns.

Yet that hunk o’ junk endured. Until it didn’t.

With a new school year just weeks away, that puts me in a spot.

Writing a blog, especially one focusing on small town sports, is not a way to get rich quick (or ever), but my readers have been hugely supportive over the past six years, enabling me to use my writing to pay my limited bills.

As I try and scrape together a few bucks to replace the dead hunk o’ junk with a slightly-more-working hunk o’ junk, if you want to help keep Coupeville Sports alive ‘n kicking, maybe check out my GoFundMe:

https://www.gofundme.com/replace-the-hunk-039o-junk

Any help is appreciated as I try to reclaim my standing as the car owner most likely to give shop owners the cold sweats when I pull into their lot.

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