Today we said goodbye to "Lucky," which is, for sure, the world's most ironic name for a car. On the drive home from buying this vehicle, we witnessed a terrible rollover accident. The following morning, "Lucky" wouldn't budge. She needed $1200 worth of work to get her fixed just 12 hours after we bought her. "Luckily," and I use that term loosely, the car dealership paid half of that. Woohoo!
"Woohoo" is how I felt watching the car head down the road on that flatbed truck. We donated it this morning, and the only hint of nostalgia I felt was knowing this was the car Trevor rode home in after he was born. I've included pictures of Aila and Trevor watching "Lucky" being loaded up onto the flatbed
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... Can you say "Good riddance"?
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