Today we say goodbye to the first car that I ever legally drove: my ghetto fabulous neon blue 2003 PT Loser (Cruiser).
We had a great ride, pun intended.
You drove me to my first day of middle school and high school; you even dropped me off for my freshman year of university.
You were there when Mom dropped me off at my first really sh*tty job. You were there the first and second time that I sprained my ankle and had to be rushed to the emergency room. You were there when I needed sushi at 2 PM on a rainy Sunday afternoon or a milkshake at 1 AM on a severely hot Tuesday.
You were the reason that I learned how to bargain so well with Mom. (“If I can take the car, I’ll go to the grocery store to pick up dinner supples” or “Can I take the car, I’ll get it washed and detailed.”
You got me where I am today, literally. It was just a few short hours ago that I felt the gentle caress of the leather-y wheel slip through my fingers.
It’s hard to tell you this when the ink on the title transfer is hardly dry; but you will be easily replaced. I have been dying to check out that sweet little Jeep that’s been parked outside the car dealership for the past few weeks.
So, in summation; thanks for everything, but see ya never.