I loved that little car. It was the first vehicle I ever owned that wasn't a piece of rusty crap from day one.
I had that car longer than any dog I ever owned, and we'd been through a lot more together, so please pardon me if I mourn an "inanimate" object as if she were alive. I knew her moods, I knew her limits. I could and did out-drive Porsches in that little four-banger, because I knew exactly what she could do.
Goodbye, Grape. I loved you.