In my family, we didn't go through cars very frequently. My parents bought nice vehicles and then drove them for quite a few years until it was time for a new one. I drove the same car from the time I was 16 (good old Bonny) until I was 22 and bought my first car.
And then I married Floyd who likes to change cars like he changes underwear. I have definitely lost count of how many vehicles we have owned in our 12 years of marriage, but it certainly averages more than one per year. I don't really love changing vehicles that often, but so be it.
Most of them are pretty forgettable, but there is one I still miss. My Montero. We've actually owned two Montero's - it's the second one I miss. We owned it for about three years (which might be a record). It was fun to drive and had a nice interior, but I think the thing I liked the most about it was that it didn't scream "Mom Car." Sure, I was packing three kids around in that thing, but nobody really knew that just by looking at me. A little vain of me? Oh yes, very much. When I had to sell it, I was not happy about the monster that would be replacing it and was complaining about it to Karlee. Her wise words to me were, "Just be glad you have all those sweet kids to need it." That's what I try to do and I am, of course, very grateful for those kids.
But every now and again, I remember that the Montero had seven seat belts and we would still be able to fit in it if it weren't for all the stuff we have to pack everywhere we go. Curse that stuff!
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