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Meet our Subaru Outback wagon. She was purchased new in September 2002, a 2003 model. We wanted a cross between a car and an SUV, and “Scoobie” fit the bill. She was classy, an all wheel drive with her stylish alloy wheels planted firmly on the road. Even her colors were perfect, mystic blue pearl with a body trim of titanium pearl. She was beautiful. But her engine technology, while promising you excellence, caused nothing but grief. She had a boxer engine, subject to leaking oil. The head gaskets gave out around 50,000 miles. Subaru knew about the problem, but apparently our vehicle was outside of the range of recalled vehicles, and so we got stuck with the bill. We pampered her as much as we could and grit our teeth as we had her in for expensive maintenance way too often. But we loved Scoobie, we loved those heated seats, the fun ride. At 80,000 miles, we had her engine replaced; we found an independent mechanic who found a used Subaru truck engine and for $3000 installed, she was running fine again. At that time, we became a two car family, and Scoobie was driven only in the winter months. She was fantastic on snow and ice. And she continued to put on the mileage. On January 16, 2022, she met her demise. Her engine failed again. As much as we loved her, with 220,000 plus miles, it just was not prudent to spend $4500 for another engine. At the auto repair shop where she was towed, two mechanics and the tow truck driver were ogling her good looks. Amazing for a car that would have been twenty this year. But I must have had a premonition about her. This photo of Scoobie traveling in to town, was taken on January 13th. Neither of us knew that she would only have three more days with us. We shed a few tears when we parted, but at least we know she is now wild and free.
