7 years ago I received a gift I wasn’t so sure about. A funky, awkward-looking car I’d never seen before. It wasn’t fast. Wasn’t fancy. Didn’t have all the bells and whistles. But she had personality. For 7 years I’ve driven this funky, awkward-looking car. Move-ins and move-outs, countless drives to practice, roadtrips and everything in between. Everywhere she went she was known and loved. This, like all good things, must come to an end. Instantly recognizable, always memorable. Rest easy old girl.