This old German mule is off to the junk yard. It has sputtered and wheezed its way through the last 2 years, held together with duck tape, spit and prayers. In the ice and snow of December it finally refused to start and has sat molding under the trees through the spring. Hopefully someone will come and take it away and pick its bones for useful parts and melt down the rest. I can’t worry about it, only remember that it was useful and helped me get places and carry things. Now those times are done, and someone else must decide how to make it useful in some way a mechanic can only think of. I am not a mechanic and can see no future for this rolling conglomeration of German metal.