I will miss that car. It wasn't technically my first car, but it was my first car that lasted for more than a week, so I still think of it as my first car. I bought it with cash I got from getting my real first car totaled in 11th grade. I was so proud of myself for buying my own car and having no debt. His name was Eddie, and we had some real good times together. Our longest trip was to Gilbert, Arizona with Shannon when we were 18 to sleep in a box. Yes, we drove 11 hours one way to sleep in a box. It was for a charity, and it was a blast. He drove me to college and back home numerous times.Although there is no way he could make it through that canyon these days. I even had to live out of him one summer. He was the car I drove during the worst times in my life, and the best. From high school, to college, to marriage, he was my little baby. He never failed me. Except that summer when he let me back in to 2 different people. Not cool Eddie. Oh, and that time when his exhaust pipe wouldn't stay on, and I had to breathe those stinky fumes for years. And all those times when the drivers side door wouldn't open so I had to climb out the passenger side. Yeah, that looked real slick. Or all those oil spots in my driveway now. Or all those times of leaving Aaron's house late at night in the middle of the winter and the heater wouldn't warm up till I was home. Or the fact that you would frost on the inside instead of the outside so I could never see where I was going. Gee that was safe. Good riddance ya piece of junk! Thanks for the ride man. :) (Don't worry, this post is written with humor and nostalgia, not anger or love. It is just an old car, after all.) Now we only have 4 vehicles instead of 5! Woot! Ha.
Here he is. It's a Trecel. That's a car. Roomy back seat! Ha that's just from my favorite movie, and the last time I'll be able to quote it for this purpose, so I had to do it. I never tried out the roominess of my back seat. Promise.
|See those spots on the tires? Yeah, that's from our wedding when people, who will not be named, trashed my car. They never came off. Oh, and the headlights had boobs from that same day till the day we sold it and FINALLY got it to come off. Yay! :)|
Loves for you, not for a car!