My son. The Boy.
When I bought TFrog back in 1993, we came home with two cars - my wife also picked out a '93 Escort GT, a sweet little scooter in Cayman Green.
She really liked that car, but gave it up when she bought her '99 Mystique. The little GT became my son's first car. He promptly trashed it.
For my daughter, two years younger, I bought the Princessmobile, a pretty (but quirky) '88 LX convertible. After two fender benders, she gave it back to me and moved on to a '99 Escort coupe that we bought from her cousin, who was relocating cross-country.
Meanwhile, my son took it upon himself to buy his own car, the Anti-Car, a $500 Plymouth Horizon that spewed oil everywhere it came to rest. That car quickly racked up more than the purchase price in repairs, and was eventually hauled off for scrap.
Spin the wheel. Wife moved on to a 2004 Escape, daughter picked up the '99 Mystique, and son bought the '99 Escort just before he moved up to the New York area. And promptly trashed the car.
Now it sits in a parking lot in Tarrytown. It's been sitting there for many months. The Boy is moving BACK down here to the Philly suburbs, and now we have to do something about the Escort.
Looks like Dad's going to have to drive up to check it out and see exactly why it's not running. Barring anything major, I'll have it transported down here ($500-$600?). Beyond that, I'd donate it to a local junkyard, just to clear the paperwork.
I have failed as a father. My son really doesn't understand cars and the notion that they always need attention and money thrown their way...
dwight