I love my car.

I am not a “car person,” and I don’t love cars….BUT I do love MY car.

She is the first car I researched and picked out and decided on all by myself and buying her was the first time I had been able to get exactly what I wanted in a car. My previous cars had been hand me downs and second choices and although they got me from point A to point B they weren’t really “me.”

This Cayenne Red cutie is fast and fun. She is quirky and different. She has a stick shift and a sunroof and a turbo charged engine. She handles well and has never given me any problems. She is big enough to haul things in but not so big that I have trouble parking her or backing up ( two things I am not skilled at….)

I got her the first year they (Nisan Jukes) were available in this country and now they are no longer importing them. We have had quite a long run together and I have loved every mundane trip to the store and every grand adventure.

So it was especially hard when they came to tow her away this evening. The insurance adjuster will be looking her over and I am hopeful she can be saved.

Fingers crossed.

The driver who picked her up shook his head and pointed to the damage to the roof and frame. He seems to think she will be totaled.

Those words knocked the wind right out of me. The last time she was on a car carrier she was on her way across the country to bigger and better things. To see her hauled off once again, this time filled with broken glass and covered with plastic, to an unknown fate was hard. I know she is “just a car” but she is my car and to me she is special.

I still have so many places to explore, so many adventures to go on and she is the car I trust to get me there and back.

I am hopeful that she will come back to me and this can be just another chapter and not the end of the story.