If it is desired to put an end to the life of a car, it is stripped and scrapped.
The black Alfa Romeo, the hero of this story, has been decaying in a courtyard for over 3 years. The driver bought it knowing its faults, drove it fondly, and gave up when repairs became more expensive than the car’s own value. The separation was a difficult decision. As soon as the judgment was made, it was inevitable to search for a scrap dealer after the pieces of value were removed and no useful parts were left.
The vehicle was removed only once the entrance gate was dismantled and the car chained to the scrap truck. We followed this pair until we reached the scrapyard as the only vehicle in the funeral car convoy. The car was struggling with every bump, once escaped its chains and blocked the traffic.
Apart from in movie scenes, this was the first scrapyard that I saw thanks to this Londoner Italian car. It is not a big deal to scrap a car. The Alfa Romeo which was manufactured with care, used a lot and probably loved stood on the scrapyard ramp for a while. ‘No one cares’, I said. ‘I do’, he said.
The final action required was to take the death certificate from the glazed kiosk. Oh, the funeral cost… It did not cost anything. On the contrary.