I can't believe we sold you Subaru...actually I can't believe someone paid money for you. Of course I know you're priceless, but you have been through a lot.
We went through a lot together, you were like my trusted sidekick. You saw me through these last five very crucial developmental years and stuck by me through it all. Driving me through my last year of high school- all the drama and races off the line, and if you count the times the other car didn't know we were racing, then yes, you even won a few.
Into college where you withstood abuse as I "tested" your four wheel drive capabilites, with too many close calls. When you were bumped or hit the damage done could not be seen among the other dents and scratches, I always appreciated this about you.
Our first wreck on my 19th birthday (aka one of the worst days ever) when you were blinded, yet you still managed to drive me home, sobbing, (away from those stupid cops singing "happy birthday") in your maimed state and though it cost more to fix you than it did to buy you, I continued to love you.
Inside you there were fights, breakups, first kisses, and super loud jam sessions, yes you were there through it all. Providing a quiet place to hide for secret phone calls or when I just couldn't face anything else.
You braved distances that were probably far too much of a strain on you, they left you smoking and threatening to overheat. I commend you for the one time you permitted me to drive you all the way to Salt Lake, yea I don't know what I was thinking either, but it was quite a feat.
Though I was ever wary you might be on your last leg, you continued to prove your astounding resilience as you ran bone dry on absolutely no oil when I forgot to keep up on it.
From your half new paint job, to your unquenchable oil leak I will never forget you. Your deteriorating seats, your broken radio, your door that would not open, and the AC that didn't work. You will always be cherished dear Zoob Sub. Though your next owner will not love you like I did, may you continue to smoke, leak and get better traction than a truck with chains in the snow.
How I will miss you.
11 comments:
I just got a little emotional...
i remember this one. cruising main street in sf- filling her up in p-town- those hideous dates in springville {ha--- you remember those awful guys??}- making prank phone calls to people we didn't like in some church parking lot- circling the provo towne center parking lot.
i remember.
haha. those were good times naomi. I almost forgot...not those awful dates though. barf.
i spent many a good time in that car. it will be missed.
That was hilarious! I can't believe someone paid $ for that either! HA! Maybe it's the same guy that bought your dads truck.
Hey sorry about my post!! But I fixed it!! Now you are tagged haha!! I love your hair, but if you decide to cut it !! I would say donate some of it!! That is what I am going to do!! Do you remember your hair cut in the 8th grade, those memories will always make me smile!! Love ya tons
oh my that almost made me cry!
Oh how I loved dancing (kind of) to the pussycat dolls in that car. And shakira...of course.
P.S. I was so happy to see you tonight! Let's make it happen more often before we have to move away.
Even I have made out in your car... wait... no...
Hello...it's true, I really did see him, and next time we see you I will show you the picture. I was hoping Marie would be there too, but you know...can't have everything...lol. So ya, how's school when are we going to see you guys!
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