On a sort of down side - I have these thoughts when I take a hulk on its last ride to the scrapper. As it dangles on the hook from my trailer to the shredder I think about it being brand new once, somebodys pride and joy.
My old wagon that gave me 11 years of service reached the end of its road a couple of years ago, with 528K on the clock. About once a month I decide that now is the time to drag it away, but I just can't do it. About as bad as putting my old dog down when she couldn't walk anymore.