First of all thank you! Thank you for the endless memories that you gave me over the years, thank you for sticking with me even when I forgot about an oil change or let a leaky tire go for too long, thank you for being my traveling tack trunk and closet and thank you for in the end protecting me.
The first time you saved me was when you saved me from the possibility of having to drive the Bonneville aka the "old dead man's car." I was so terrified that when I went to start driving that son of a gun would start up but instead I was lucky enough to get you. You dealt with me when I learned to drive in North Carolina and then when we moved up to Maryland you got me through my driving test, of course I was shaking the entire time. You let me pack tons of people into you...sometimes not on seats. You trustingly went off roading, climbed ridiculous hills and trucked through snow so that I never missed a day at the barn. When proms and homecomings came around there was never a question which car we would take. The years of high school were great and window chalk filled but then it was off to college.
Yep, you even trucked it down to Virginia Intermont. You were my traveling piece of home and sometimes my only escape. When snow came to the "south" you never flinched, instead we picked up all of the "southerners" and went sledding while the rest of town bundled up in there "snowed in" apartments. When there was a stray dog on the side of the road, you perched yourself on a crazy road while I coaxed Marmalade into the car and off we went. Then when graduation approached you took me to every single job interview...yes there were many 3 point turns and sketchy gas stations along the way. Thank you for dealing with my awful sense of direction!!
After college you traveled all over while I attempted to find my dream job. Then when no other car would get Mike and I through a winter trip up north, you somehow sucked it up and made the trip up to New Jersey with no problems. When snow and ice came down to Georgia you made it to the barn like it was nothing. Then last night when that car came flying through the intersection, right through their red light, you faithfully took the impact like a tank.
With over 218,000 miles of memories spanning from North Carolina to Maryland to Virginia to Maryland again to Pennsylvania to West Virginia to New Jersey to Georgia, there certainly won't be another Betsy.
Love,
Me
Just one of the Bristol snow storms that Betsy trucked me through.
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