Kiss my Taurus Good-bye!

It's the ending of an era that began only four short years ago. My Taurus has been sold. I bought the car back in 2003 when I was a sophomore in college. I had saved my waitressing tips for years to accumulate enough to buy something substantial. That something substantial turned out to be a car. I didn't really do much in the way of searching for a car and test driving the different models. I let my dad handle all those details and I just signed on the dotted line. What I got was a 1995 emerald green Ford Taurus with power windows, power locks and leather interior (ooh-la-la!).

March 2003. Looking F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S with my new car.

That little gem saw me safely on many trips to see boyfriends, visit family and start new jobs, but in recent years, its health had been declining. Most visibly, the clear coat was peeling in a number of places, giving my car a splotchy, scorched look and subsequently, keeping me humble. It was with a heavy heart that I let it go. Had it been up to my unmechanically-inclined self, I would have driven it forever. Or at least long enough to let my bank accounts beef up a little after they were depleted from buying my house. But, the timing was right. Just when my dad was getting increasingly nervous about me driving long distances in a car that was past its prime and needed more tune-ups than I cared to pay for, my uncle approached me with the offer to buy his wife's car so they could get a Prius (brats! so jealous.). And so it came to pass. I ended up with a zippy gold Mazda and an 18-year old girl now calls the Taurus her own. Hopefully she'll have as many good memories with it as I did.

August 2007. Looking F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S with my old car.