We are trying to sell Steve's old car, a 1990 2 door Toyota Celica. He wants $600. Everytime we get the AAA guy out to jump it, he tells us we should get $1000. Street racer kids love this car, they tell us. I don't care. Get it out of my garage and off my insurance, ASAP.

The saga starts last spring when it officially "died." Not dead, just less than useful for Steve. The work it needs mechanically exceeds what we want to spend, which is $0. Instead of parking it in the garage, he parked it on the street. And left it. But not in front of our house, across the street and down a bit. And the car didn't move for a while. Some neighbor got sick of looking at it, and wrote WASH ME in the dust and called the city. I think Steve moved the car after that, but soon after the city tagged it with the "move it a mile or we'll tow it" tag. Mind you, there was an abandoned stolen car in front of a hydrant next door for over a month around the same time that bothered no one. But our car, now parked in front of our house, was a bad thing.

Steve moved Old Blue into the garage, and that's where it stayed for a year.

Now we are actively trying to sell it. It's fully registered, which means it is fully insured, with WAY more insurance than a car that doesn't really run should have. DMV wouldn't let me register it non operational, so it needed proof of insurance. AAA wouldn't let me insure a third vehicle with anything less than the other two cars, so now Old Blue is covered like it has a bank loan. People are starting to come take a look at it, so we moved it out of the garage, and parked it in front of the house. Two days later, the city has put another warning ticket, which means whatever neighbor has called it in again. The car is right in front of the house. We are not taking up anymore spaces, as now one of us can park in the garage. We don't have street cleaning and parking is not an issue. The battery is dead because we have not run the car in so long, so really, it is a giant paperweight.

So again this morning, under the glare of parking enforcement, we pushed the car back down the driveway into the garage. Safe from the city, but back at square one. I want this POS money sucker out of my life.