Saying Goodbye is Hard to Do

 

Hi there everybody!  Today is kind of a sad one for me.  Now before you worry about some crisis happening in my life, let me stop you.  A few months ago, my husband found a fabulous deal on a Toyota Camry that was stupid to pass up.  But, that meant I would have to sell my precious Corolla.  We have been friends for a long time now, and I became very attached to this particular car.  So this week, I have to say goodbye to my favorite. car. ever.

You see I started out driving a ‘84 Blue-paint-coming-off-so-it-was-partly-black GMC Jimmy.  (I looked left and right for a picture of this beauty.  No luck.  Maybe it’s because it’s so old!) Let’s remember that I’m 5’ 1’’ to begin with.  I had to literally JUMP into that car each time I drove.  And if I was wearing a skirt, which happened from time to time,  it was a LOT worse.  Then I grew up, and so did my brother.  He decided that when he got a license to drive that it was HIS car. 

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So I ended up with a ‘92 Chevy Lumina.  Not much better, but at least I didn’t have to JUMP to get into my car.  He was gold and I named him Simba.  We became fast friends, even though he was still large for a little 18 year old to be driving herself around town.  Well, something happened and that car was no longer drivable.

 

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My dad bought a white ‘95 Pontiac Bonneville.  And I felt like I was driving a whale.  In fact, his name was Jonah (yes, it doesn’t make sense ON PURPOSE!).  Well, I grew up, fell in love with a Toyota mechanic, and got married.  And when I was dating him and found out he liked Toyotas, I knew we could work out. (I’m only partly serious…kind of! :)

A few months after we got married, my husband came home from work with my precious Corolla.  I had no idea.  It was a fabulous surprise!  The previous owners had ran the engine out of oil, so my husband put in a new engine and it was as good as new.  When he brought it home, it was licensed and insured so I could drive it right away.  That car and I became great friends.  I put over 50,000 miles on it in the first two years of owning it.  We lived 400 miles away from our families for quite awhile, and made a trip home about once a month.  And we moved cross state about 8 times.  And as small as she was, she made a great moving companion.  We had her loaded down like you wouldn’t believe several times.  She handled snowy roads with ease, and maneuvered great.  And she did pretty good passing other cars on the freeway too!  She was small enough that it fit my smaller frame, and I could always see out.  Oh, how I will miss her friendship!  She was very low maintenance compared to the other vehicles I drove as well.  And her name is Crayola.  I will miss you!

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And now, I start a new journey with a new car.  Her name is TBA.  When I find one for her, I will let you know.  She is a black 2001 Camry, and very cute.  She has power locks and windows, which is something I longed to have in the Crayola.  She is a bit bigger, which will be really nice once we have a carseat in the back all the time.  This car seems very grown up to me, and I’m not sure if I’m ready to grow up yet.  I will say this:  I told my husband before we ever TALKED about getting married that a Camry was my dream car.  And I liked the 99-2001 body styles the best.  Well how is that for great luck?  That’s what I got!  I will miss my little Crayola like crazy, but I’m sure I will enjoy the Camry as well.

And if you’re still reading this random post about all the cars I’ve driven in my lifetime, thanks!  I just had to write a little tribute to my cute car.  And it was fun to document the rest of the cars I’ve driven over the years.  Hope you are having a great week!  Tomorrow’s Friday, isn’t that fantastic?! :)

Thanks for reading,

~Lynette~