I wish I would've had this page up and running before she got wrecked... people who drive large vans really need to pay attention and not, you know... total someone's car. However, the fond memories of my first car (and first automotive love) stay with me.

She was rusted out, had mileage packed way up, small, lacked power steering, had a block of wood holding up the rear passenger window, her doors wouldn't always stay closed in cold weather... but I have yet to find a car that ran as well and was as faithful as her.

She's missed. By very, very many people.

Rest easy, girl. You did good.