i am grateful for our cars.
Leaving Utah in Troy's hoopty teal green pick-up truck, we decided to drive through the night to meet up with my family in southern california for a cruise. About an hour out of Vegas around 4 am, the truck started to overheat. Badly. We were stopping every 3-5 miles and sitting on the side of the road waiting for the engine to cool. Ahead we could see the glow of city lights. It was not far, but we were uncertain that we could make it there. Sometimes only inching ahead by one mile, it seemed like eternity before we finally rolled into Primm, NV. A small dot on the map. A place that consisted of a couple hotels and a really random rollercoaster attraction. I was panicking that we would not make it in time to board the ship. We planned just enough time to drive to Long Beach. No more, no less. We rolled into a gas station and started to make some calls. Pay phone, of course. We weren't cool enough for cell phones. It was becoming evident that nobody was going to be able to rescue us in time for the cruise. I cried. Then we decided to try our hands at hitchhiking. We started asking around the gas station for rides to California. After about 6 rejections, I cried some more. I mean, we looked nice enough. Didn't we? Nobody felt comfortable picking up two strangers. Finally we met a nice single lady with a huge yellow lab and she accepted our plea for a 5-hour lift to CA. With just enough time to make it to the cruise, we piled in her car and took off. She drove us right up to the port of the cruise ship! Minus her burlesque hairy legs, awkward conversations, and her slobbery dog, I love that lady for her service that day!
Again we find ourselves in So. Cal. But this time we were moving there. I was driving my college beater. The trusty, lusty...Subaru Justy. Basically built like a glorified tin can on wheels. 13 inch wheels to be precise. So here I am in all my 3-cylinder glory driving into Orange County, the mecca of luxury vehicles! I am looking like a clown stuffed into a circus prop car with troy following behind in a U-haul truck. I have never felt more like a "sore thumb" than that day. Well...and about a year to follow. We had many humbling experiences in that car. Like, our first day at church when we sandwiched in between a BMW and a Lexus in the parking lot. OR My first teaching job interview when I intentionally parked on the far corner of the lot and then my interviewer found out I was from Utah and she said, "Oh, is that your car with the utah plates?" OR When the muffler broke and was dangling from the car and melting it's way up into the bumper.
Those are sweet, humbling memories!
Memories that make me appreciate my current vehicle even more!
The three best things about my current car are:
1. It's paid off.
2. We own it.
3. It's paid off.
I am going to drive this car until it dies or until I can no longer squeeze in another carseat!