Do you remember your first car? Well, up until this week, I’ve still be driving mine. I bought it back in 2002 for $6,500 from my dad’s cousin-in-law in Minnesota, and now 14 ½ years and 164,220 miles later, it’s time to say goodbye.
It’s hard to total up just how many memories I have with this little 97 Ford Taurus. I drove it to my very first job. I had it when I picked up Vivian for our very first date. We were both in that car when we “made it official” a little over a month later. I drove it from Lincoln to Omaha all throughout our dating relationship. We drove off in it after our wedding. This last year, I rode my bike to work hoping to extend the life on it just a little longer, but now it’s got a leaking head gasket, the cost of which is significantly more than the car’s retail value. That means it’s time to let it go to that great scrapyard in the sky.
It’s strange to have such sentimental value for an inanimate object, but all the memories this little car carries with it are from some of the best times of my life. Farewell, Beige Bomber. You’ll live on in our hearts (and in this blog) forever.