RIP Old Red 1991 - 2011

Born in 1991, I sent Old Red to pasture yesterday to become a donor of body parts. Unless they decide to rebuild her, which I think they do to some cars that come in but I doubt it, then Old Red is off to pasture.

My hands are covered in her blood after I brutally murdered her in the heat of the tropical December summer. You see, I gave her a drink before we left but never put her hat on(radiator cap) and that was her last day.

Old Red had been sitting on the driveway since that fateful December day and now she is gone.

Rust In Peace!