He sighed when he saw the car. The front end was bent around the telephone pole and there was steam coming out of the front. .
“Well, radiator’s shot,” he said. .
He circled the car slowly, taking in the other damage. The windshield was cracked; it looked like a spider web. One of the tires wasn’t facing the same direction as the others. Finally, it looked totaled. .
He cocked his head and a flash of sadness crossed his face. .
“Well Betsy, we had a good run,” he said to the car, running a forlorn hand over the body of his baby.