She nears her end with dignity. Her family gone, her love still present. She enters her final bottle, made of metal scraps and decomposition of other vehicles and trash. She knows that the crush will come, she will be made into something else entirely. She is a car but she knows that she did everything she could.
She was a constant. She is a memory.
The love of open road and family will be reached again. Just not with her. But with her final owner. Eventually.