My Darling, but we had so much more to go...

You know it's pretty bad when your father doesn't want to tell you over the phone what happened to your car - instead he tells your boyfriend over the phone who must then relay the message to you.

05/2004 - 1/14/09

Huc. My first car. <3

I really learned how to drive with Huc. Took my driver's test in Huc, passed first attempt. I'd like to think it had something to do with the smooth ride and his comfy leather seats (because I sure as hell had no idea how to drive). The seats that I took countless naps on in between classes, the seats that always had a small pillow and a fleece blanket for when I just wanted to sit and read in the sun - no interruptions, no distractions, no one to bother me.

So what if I was a little too attached to Huc? He took me where I wanted to go, where I wanted to be. No waiting in the cold for buses, walking home in the rain, Huc had my back. We had plans. Plans to keep Huc around and doll him up all pretty. Well...that's not going to happen anymore.

Goodbye Huc. <3