I do not drive anything fancy. I drive a 1996 Nissan Maxima, Maroon: the exact color of the dress I am wearing today. My car is named Lucy. Lucy and I have been through a lot together. Today marked a large mile marker, the 200,000 mile marker to be exact. I caught it on camera above to remember the moment of delight when all six of the number flipped in unison (while driving but ignore that fact please).
Let's reflect back on what Lucy and I have shared together:
I have cried in that car.
I have kissed in that car.
Cross country road trips.
Singing at the tops of my lungs to my favorite playlists.
I have killed several deer while behind the wheel.
I have shared secrets.
Given a ride to a (somewhat stinky) hobo (not recommended).
I have slept in the back seat overnight.
I have gotten 2 flat tires, but never broken down.
That doesn't even begin to explain the journeys we have shared together. Thank you Lucy for what you have provided. You may not be pretty, but you serve me well.