The only car I ever loved was my Tin Can. I put $5000 in two years into an eighteen year old Hyundai Excel GS hatchback that no one else ever liked. I mean, she was given to me for free! But that car meant the whole world to me, she was my everything. I used to spend hours and hours just sitting in her, just happy to be in my Tin Can. I replaced so many, many parts! The first time I replaced anything in her, everyone told me I needed to just junk her. She wasn't worth a $100 repair. After replacing the tires, windows, hatchback hydraulics, bearings, brakes, small hardware stuff, transmission, idle speed motor, and a bunch of other stuff...one day, I smelled gasoline and she stopped running while I was driving. Turns out the computer blew, stuck a valve open, flooded the motor and vacuum lines with gasoline, blew all the electrical stuff...she was dead. As a doornail. I sobbed like I've only sobbed one other time in my life, and that's when Baby Kitty was killed.
Two days ago my mom (in California) finally sold her for $50. Today, the new owner pulled back into the yard. The tin can was running perfectly, Mom said. He replaced the computer and the rest, I suppose, was exaggerated by the mechanic I took her to. She shouldn't have run without replacing at least $600 worth of stuff, the mechanic had said. For $350 she's mine again. A computer costs $1,000.
Of course, this means I have to replace the clutch now, and flyplate, and have the motor rebuilt. And another window's settings fixed. Oh, and some more wheel bearing thingies replaced. But that's just money. This is my Tin Can.
And so today, after my mom called me an hour ago, I sobbed like I've only sobbed two other times in my life. The car that was never supposed to move again is back in my life.
edit: picture added
This is the wrong year, but it's a spitting image of the Tin Can.