I have many friends that brag about their amazing car history to anyone who will listen. They rant and rave about all of the great memories they have made with their car and they cannot stop talking about all of the great road trips their trusty car has taken them on. I’ll be honest, I got a little jealous after hearing a few of their stories, so I decided to share a little car history of my own.
I love my car, I really do. I love it more than most everything I own and use. A few family photographs and notes from cherished friends are about all that top the love I have for my car. So I guess you could say my car history began the day I bought my beauty. September 5, 1999. Oh, I’ll never forget that day. I’ll never forget the way I felt as I test drove the car that would one day be the main character in my personal car history story. I drove her, I liked her, so I brought her home. (With a little help from mom and dad of course).
She wasn’t in the driveway for more than one hour when I realized that I couldn’t begin a true car history with a car that didn’t have a name! So I named her. Princess Bug. I know, it sounds silly now,...