And then a few months back, LD#2's replacement car was vandalized. Key (and highly expensive) elements of its inner workings were stolen. She was left with a pile of scrap metal shaped like a car.
(Luckily, LD#2 went on to grad school in a city where a car isn't really necessary.)
And then bad luck returned. A few weeks back, Lovely Daughter #1 was in a car accident (she's fine, thanks!). But the sweet little (used) car she'd driven and loved for almost precisely 10 years sustained mortal wounds. LD#1 felt great sadness. Her little buddy, her ticket to freedom, her silent partner in so many important chapters of her life, was no more.
Happily, this past weekend, LD#1 found a new (used) little buddy:
It took much less pain and time and drama and annoyance than used-car shopping often takes.
Yet once again, I'm so grateful that she was able to find a car fairly quickly, and that she loves it already.
She is so very happy with this new (used) buddy. Next step: giving it a name. We name all our cars, in this family.