She was a sweet, mild-tempered, tan little thing. So devoted, so reliable. Yet, she was crowding us and we had to let her go. We needed another that would give us some room to breathe and move and find sanity within. She toted home safely, from the hospital, three scrawny Mangum babies, newly birthed, bunched at the bottom of the infant carrier--our three, all three. She was the first "Our" car. She managed to hold it together through some bumping and crushing. She lived through over 75,000 miles with us in tow.
But, we had to let her go.
So, sit back. Relax. Even let the whole song play out to the last note...and enjoy this memory montage in images of the vehicle in which we laughed, yelled, ate, discovered, kissed, cried, slept, learned, sang, and sometimes danced:
*Tomorrow: "Our New Ride"--don't get too excited.