grace aloud

Oh my Carolla.  1998, black, with a cute spoiler on the back.  My parents bought it used in October when I was 15, 2 months before my 16th birthday.  

The day I got my driver’s license, my daddy had washed it and got it all shined up for me.  Was I so grateful?  Did I ask him to go for a drive for me in it?  Nope—I ran off to show my boyfriend.  Oh, 16 year old me… Thank goodness for parents who understand an ungrateful teenager and don’t hold it against me.

Anyway, my car has been good to me!  This October, I will have had it for 9 years.  It has its’ quirks—it burns oil like nobody’s business.  I like to say it had a stroke, because on the right side, the front window will go down but won’t go back up in less than like 30 minutes, and the power locks don’t work on the front or the back.  The right side is fine though!  The battery light is perpetually on, and no one can tell us why.  It’s set in the sun for all 9 years I’ve had it, so the trim on the inside is peeling.  It’s balding on top (the paint is fading)!  Oh my.  :)

BUT, on the good side—I have loved it!  It’s been a perfect size for a young person who doesn’t often take people with me in my car.  I love being able to go the wrong way up the lane in the parking lot and still get into a spot no problem.  It has that cute spoiler I mentioned before!  And it gets me everywhere I need to go.

However, it won’t be too long until I’m not going to be a young person who doesn’t take people in my car.  I’m going to have car seats (no announcement, but on the horizon!) and children’s friends and who knows what else!  So, with my new job, and Jon and I both looking forward to a semester with no school and just work in the spring, we’re saving up to get something else.  I will be sad the day when I have to give up my little car, because it’s been such a blessing to me this far, but I’m sure when the day gets here it will be time!