This week I sold my old BMW 2002. A woman from Seattle bought it. She has a strong personal connection to 2002s and said she had a good feeling about my 1976. I had a good feeling about her too, which made the decision to sell easy. I think I actually said. "The vibe feels right." Which could be the only situation that I can imagine where I would utter the phrase un-ironically. In this case the vibe did matter to me. I wanted to pass the car on to someone who would treasure it. It's like when people want to sell their house to a young family and not someone who’s going to flip it.
Buying a 2002 was a homecoming of sorts for her. She had one in high school that her dad had given her. Then she was forced to sell it when he passed away. It was cool to see the car go to someone that really appreciated it. I gave her the keys, told her about some paperwork I found and wished her well with her new car. I walked into our house and went upstairs to my office. As I sat down at my (standing) desk I looked out my window hoping to see her drive off. I was surprised to see her still in the car, longer than I would have expected. I could see her sitting there with the sunroof already open. Then she started slowly rolling away from the curb and out of view.
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