I'm not a car person per say. I can't tell you a whole lot about engines other than how they basically work. I will ogle over a Corvette but that's about it. I'm just not into cars.
I was however in love with my first car, Yolanda, or as in love as you can be with an inanimate object. I came home from a camp session the summer before my sophomore year to a pretty baby blue car. She was a simple girl - no power locks, roll down windows, and no cruise control. She had an upgraded sound system (thanks Mom and Dad!) and was easy to park. So essentially exactly what an almost 16 year old girl needed.
Some of her favorite roads were U.S. 27 between home and Lincoln, U.S. 98 between the Southwood Publix and Saint George Island, I 10 between home and camp, and the back Georgia roads between Tally and Auburn. She even enjoyed the ride between Auburn and Baton Rogue when the occasion was right. As of late, she was becoming a fan of I 85 between Atlanta and Auburn.
She always gently {and sometimes loudly} reminded me to wear my seatbelt. Her favorite accessories were a warm fuzzy and leather name tag hanging from the rear view mirror, the Auburn alumna and Episcopal shield stickers on her back window, and the ever present car blanket in her trunk.
She took us to too many volleyball tournaments, Happenings, and away football games to count. She got me safely to births, graduations, weddings, and funerals. In short, she was the best.
A few weeks ago, a nice but at the same time very mean man hit her with his car. She protected me beautifully but was pretty beat up herself. The insurance people called the result of the damage a total loss. I said my goodbyes and bawled to the poor kid at the wrecking yard.
Almost 9 years, a whole lot of amazing road trips, and that one time we ran out of gas in front of the gas station made for a hard goodbye. I'm excited for the grown up adventure of owning a car {well part owning it until I pay the bank off} but the new car is going to have a whole lot to live up to in the coming years. Here's to you Yolanda, the best dang car a girl could ever have.
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