Twelve years old. Low mileage. Great car in the winter.
The Forester has been falling apart slowly. The little clock was the first to go. It might light up once or twice a year for perhaps an hour. Too expensive and not critical.
Plastic cup holder bit the dust after slammed on breaks caused Ricky to collide with it. He was fine. I still find pieces of debris years later. Again, too expensive. I use the middle consol as a makeshift holder. The back holders fell apart just because I asked the flimsy plastic to hold my travel mug.
The radio had been on the fritz. On my way to bowling Friday, it wouldn’t turn on. Turned on on my way home.
This evening the weather is supposed to make driving treacherous with either snow or frozen rain or both. Sylvia’s truck doesn’t have her studded tires. Never needed them last year.
Last thing I heard on her way out the door: the Subaru sounds awful and the defrost isn’t working…