I hate change. Always have, probably always will. Maybe it’s because I’m ridiculously loyal to the things I get involved in, maybe it’s because I don’t like the uncomfortable-ness of it all. Mostly though I think it’s because I love what I do and I do it 100% full in, all the time. So after I graduated UVU and had to give up my schooling and my UVU track career, I thought that would be enough change to handle for a while. But then… my beloved car of 9 years decided it would have it’s last run. Stupid change.
It seems a little silly but I love this car. I told Brandon as I was crying when I found out my car would no longer be driveable that I knew it was an irrational attachment to a ‘thing’ but I really do love that little neon. It’s a part of who I am and it’s almost as if this summer will be one of swooping changes for me, and ones that I’m not really happy to be a part of. So here is an ode to my first (and only) car.
Thanks for teaching me and Buddy how to drive, and particularly for teaching me that it’s ok to get up to more than 35 mph on the freeway.
Thanks for taking me to my first job, Allen’s, Buddy and me to school, and to all of the other fun and awesome activities we went to at Timpanogos.
Thanks for driving me to practice everyday for the last 8 years and being a part of some of my favorite memories in the world.
Thanks for driving me to Oakcrest every week for two summers; a place where some of my best summers and friends were made.
Thanks for taking me on running trips, Taco Amigo runs, to Jazz games, and being the source of freedom and independence that has helped take me places so I could be who I want to be.
Thanks for being a place I would cry, laugh, or get angry after a meet, weird/fun dates, horrible races, when Buddy and Brandon left, and all of the other ups and downs of life.
Thanks for taking me to see my best friend every day in high school and college and for surviving three crashes, getting pulled over 8(ish) times (and only one ticket… it’s that dodge neon charm), high school and college cross country runs in the canyon, and just about every broken piece in a car possible.
Thanks for waving those Jazz flags and UVU magnets and for helping people know who I am. I love you little guy, I’m gonna miss you.