I junked my first car yesterday

A decade of rides drove away from me
To it’s imminent death
It was beyond it’s time
But beautiful
My last remnant of a granny who made
Mashed potatoes like you wouldn’t believe
His name was Ollie
Now Louie sits in my driveway
He has windows that roll down
Louie was handed to me
In the most gracious way: free.
Louie can go on the interstate
And do what Ollie couldn’t
But tears of gratitude come for both rides
For what was, and for what is
And a sunroof? Please.
Louie is a gift
Not a new car