Baby You Can Drive My Car!

Monumental moment!

On Sunday night, my car odometer flipped to 200,000 kms! It was super exciting!

Me and Flick were on our way to Sarah, Elizabeth, Ginger's house and it flipped on the corner of 9th Ave And Mayor Magrath Drive.

I really do love my car so much. It has been so good for the almost 5 years I have owned it.

Do you want to hear the story of my car? Oh well, you get to anyways.

I came to Lethbridge with my family on September 8, 2001 to look for a car. We searched high and low, every dealership, little town and old lady within a 50km radius for the perfect car.

Finally, after a long day of searching we finally rolled into the Saturn Dealership. And after looking all the cars on the lot, the last one on the row looked like the perfect car.

1992 Mercury Topaz, Light Brown.---Beautiful.

The price was right, as was the kms. But after our long search the dealership was closed. So first thing on Monday morning, September 10, 2001, I called about the car to get more information. My parents thought it sounded like a good deal, so my mom drove back to Lethbridge to test drive it and hopefully buy it for me. After a long day at work, my mom called me to tell me that it really was a good car, and that she had bought it and that we could pick it up the next day.

The next day, September 11, 2001, I woke up to the most horrific sight ever. All thought of picking up my new car suddenly seem irrelevant. However, my mom said that we couldn't let something like this stop us from getting the car, so during my lunch hour, I registered and insured my car. (My insurance is still always due on September 11, and when the guy at the insurance placed asked me what colour the car was, I said, " light brown." He said,"Oh that sounds boring, lets call it Champange." ) with TV's and radios in the background of all the offices I visited.

So after work, my mom, my older brother and I went to pick up my new car. When we got to the dealership, the people were really nice. The had us wait while they brought my car into the showroom. We sat and watched the news with the mechanics from the dealership. It broke my heart because here were grown men crying over the days events. Heart wrenching.

They pulled my car into the show room, and showed me all the features, and tried to make it very exciting. However there was a damper feeling that none of us could shake. They handed me my keys, and in a very commercial, cheesy way, said, "Congratulations On Your New Car!" And then I was able to drive it out of the dealership. I've been in love ever since.

I honestly, sincerely believe that because I bought it on September 11th, it has to be a good car. Nothing too major (knock on wood) has happen to it. Minus a new battery, and one unfortunate accident, it really has been a good car, five years and going.