Bittersweet

Well, the Escalade is history. Meet the new Chevy Traverse. It won't have the same ring to it when I'm trying to beat someone off the light and say, "Get a Traverse!" But I do love my new car. Good thing since we tend to drive our cars until they drop. The Escalade didn't drop but was pretty damn close. That car served us well for 10 years. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank my Escalade for the memories. I almost cried trading it in yesterday.

Thanks for:

At least 100 skating trips, at least 1000 skating practices, countless Girl's Weekends, bringing Ozzy home from the shelter, hauling everything from Christmas trees to mulch to college stuff, not a single flat tire, more than 100 Bears tailgate parties, NO speeding tickets, only one breakdown on the road, being one of the few vehicles that made it up the hill out of our subdivision in the winter, the toasty "butt warmers" when leaving the rink at all hours, so many trips to the lake, taking Bob and Shirl to NY (a trip my Dad would still be talking about if he were alive), and finally, the $6500 we got for a trade-in when it was only really worth $5000. It's been one helluva ride.