My yard is Scamp-less!

After months of emails, phone calls and viewings, the Scamp has been sold. I didn't get what I wanted out of it, but it's ok. It's out of the yard (I don't have to mow around it anymore) and I really needed the money. Plus, it was awfully depressing looking at it every time I walked out my door: One more failed dream.
The way I look at it, the Scamp is about to start a whole new life. That rusted old hoopty is like a cat.