When my first summer car, Siiri, failed in August 2020 in the middle of nowhere, I managed to get her to the parking lot of this store. The next morning a local guy asked if he could buy it for 50 euros, took it, cooked a lunch for me and then we started day drinking. As soon as my ride home came, I passed out.
When I woke up the following morning, I realized that I had left my coat in the car. I called the new owner and told that I would come to get it when I would visit the town for the following time.
Well, it took me two years. But now I’m back. I called the owner and he gave me instructons to the car.
And there it is. The poor thing hasn’t probably moved since the owner de-registered it in late 2020.
I’ve removed the details, but this definitely was Siiri, there was no doubt.
The only rusty part in the car. When it failed, I kicked my foot through it.
I spent 19000 kilometers in this office. Oh the nostalgy.
It seems, that poor Siiri has indeed become a parts donor.
I did take the plate and the badges as a memory. The guy made one himself using a metal sheet and a black marker.
Even the back tire was empty. I don’t think Siiri will ever move again.
I even found the old documents of the car from the time it was mine. Oh the nostalgy.
But I didn’t find the coat. I called the owner, who suddenly remembered that they took it out of the car before the winter so that it wouldn’t go bad, and it was at her mother’s boyfriend’s house. I drove there, he gave me the coat.
AND HE CALLED THE CAR SIIRI!!! The legend lives on.