Watching my old car of 30 years being towed away was one of roughest days I've suffered through...
Certainly up there with the deaths of my grandparents and pets (except, well maybe the deathly chill that I felt after getting the phone call that Grandma had died), and also those work-related times when certain bastards have had an "existential risk" type go at me...
Here's the car halfway down the driveway, driving past the row of pretty spring flowers...
