Love letter to my boo. E39 528i.

I was reading another thread on here, and saw someone talking about the e39 M5. I went to respond to them but instead this little love letter popped out. Wasn't really a response to them so it didn't feel right to submit it there. Feel free to share your own love story. Our old cars have so many stories to give.

I have an e39 528i and I love the damned thing so much. She's starting to really show her age.

Dash pieces are cracking. The blower motor in the dash for the AC is starting to break. Someone put a hole in my back passenger door leather somehow with the seatbelt. The driver seats leather is cracking and ripping. There are spider cracks on all the black plastic by the windows. The exterior has its bumps and dings too. A 3k repair on the rear bumper where a truck backed into it. The place where it looks like the previous driver backed into a bush. A ding on the drivers door where something hit it just behind the mirror. The place where the car slid off the factory jack as a tire was being replaced. The hood that is slightly misaligned because of the idiot who did a uturn and crashed into the corner of my parked car, pushed the headlight up under the kidney grills and popped them out (insurance fixed most of that).

Mechanically I'm told she is doing well. She doesn't hesitate to start. She gives me the pickup and go when I need it, and for sure will brake when I tell her. Her body doesn't roll much when turning sharply and can still handle aggressive turns. I'm sure there is about $2k or $3k I could put into maintenance and fixing things, but she seems pretty good right now.

She's 230k and I know every day I'm getting closer to saying goodbye when something big happens to stop her from turning over one more time. I'll miss her dearly when I have to pass along that key. She's my baby and has had my back all over California. Stuck in LA traffic and on the open endless stretches of California highway. Sleeping in her when I've been gone over 24 hours from home. She's lived through several of my girlfriends and has seen me finish high school, college, and enter the work force. I've packed my room into her several times over, and forced her to carry things she shouldn't have had to. She's my little bubble of comfort. She puts up with my shit. I still see her from across the parking lot and smile, every time.