Today is the last day that insurance on my former possession, the Minivan of Doomed love, was valid. The insurance would have expired tonight, at 12:00 midnight in Vancouver, had it still been on the road.
But it's not on the road (or, at least, it better not be), since I took it to a junkyard, under the supports of the Patullo bridge, on January 3, after sunset. It was dark, cold, and lonely there, at my van's final resting place, with a crazy Quebecois old man and a ruined MG.
I miss my van. I will post a tribute to it at some point, when I get some pictures scanned in. The pictures and the ignition key are the only souveniers I have of 1520 Kg of self-propelled steel that I owned for 7 1/3 years - almost exactly 1/3 of my lifetime when I stopped owning it.