At an emotional crossroad

Memory is like a sliding window of time. As time marches on, so does the window. New memories come into view, even as the old ones are slowly fading into the distance.
Just being logical;
throw a stock 5.9M in it and drive it. Every time you get in her, you will remember. And every time you drive it you will be making a new memory. Which will soften the first one. without obliterating it.