Wednesday, March 07, 2007
See ya Red!
Ryan has only had one car of his own his entire driving life. His parents generously gave him a Mustang for his high school graduation, and he's had it since. Ten years he's had that car! That car has been to Flagstaff and back countless times for school, to gigs when Ryan was still playing (*sniff*), it came as a 'his' into our marriage, its lived at two houses after we married, its been made fun of by firefighters who overcompensate (did I say that?? I kid!) with their big trucks, and now it has moved on to a new home.
I've got some sentimental attachment to this car. (OK, who are we kidding, I get irrationally emotionally attached to 'things' all the time) But this car.... The first time I saw Ryan he was stepping out of this car. We lived in the same apartment complex in college, and the day I moved in two blonde boys pulled up in this sleek Mustang, fresh from the gym (the boys, not the Mustang), and when they stepped out I knew my time in that apartment was going to be fun. From then on, whenever I saw that car in the parking lot I knew Ryan was home. I left notes on that windshield. Once, one of my girlfriends threw a half-eaten sub at the Mustang because she felt Ryan had done me wrong (20-somethings angst. we're over it). And once, I left him a single sunflower on the windshield to find when he got out of class.
And now she's gone. Sold to the first guy who laid eyes on her.
I know we made the right choice. Ryan has a new vehicle that he adores (seriously, I'm so jealous!), and the money sure is great, but still...
Here's wishing her a good new life. (and don't think we're not using this as a reason to drink tonight! Cause we are! "Here's to the Mustang!")
I'm Amanda. I'm an engineer in an industry full of men, a professional wedding and family portrait photographer, a firefighter's wife, a traveler, and a dogMa.