Nana Love

And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.

John Steinbeck

We’re back to driving our glorious Jetta who we have named and fondly refer to as Richmond. Even though he needs a new muffler and the brake pads need to be replaced (nothing like braking and having the brakes pump back!), I just love him! Richmond is as old as I am (1988) and was born in West Germany. He isn’t fully acquainted with the metric system since miles are number one on the speedometer. We bought him the July before we were married (2006) for a solid $800 and have never looked back! The shifter is a little sticky and distinguishing reverse from first gear was super tricky in the beginning, but now it’s more common for us to mix-up first and third! Last night I told Conor that I wish I could drive this car forever! I love the outer design and fortunately the interior is pristine. I love sitting in Richmond and feeling like I have space without feeling like I’m in a van! Newer cars just don’t offer that kind of comfortability. But then again, I’m one of those who loves the late eighties, early nineties 3 series BMW. Oh Richmond, I’m so glad you’re standard and that we weren’t able to sell you last fall!

Richmond

VW

Daria

I can totally relate to “Love of Ones Car”!
I once had a Neon that I loved very much, until one fateful morning that Nathan slammed him into a light pole on slippery roads. Sniff…
May he rest in peace…(the car I mean, not Nathan he’s fine although I considered having him join my Neon for a split second). L!

Mimi

Ahh the first car- mine was a ‘67 Pontiac Parisienne in a nasty shade of Green but boy did it have PEP!  I Loooved that car and my independence .  The folks gave it to me along with a credit card for gas when I turned 16 ( don’t think I’m too spoiled, this came with the responsibility of being family chauffeur to my 4 younger sisters, which with 3 schools between us and primary and mutual mid week, kept me busy) and I was in heaven.  The next car was even better, their old Capri, yellow with a black roof- sweeet stuff at the time. Burned up the road with that one! Loved, loved. loved to speed (youthful exuberance, combined with no sense of time or direction meant that I was always late or lost and in a hurry!  Got numerous tickets which I managed to keep quiet until the ward members started calling my Dad asking who was driving his car, ‘Spider Savich ’ ? (apparently a then popular race car driver ) .Yep, Good Times!
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