We never named the black car. We just always called it the black car or the Tracer. The Tracer got us through moving to Phoenix, Arizona. Grace came along while we were there and it was our main car. 3 years later we moved back to Logan and decided we needed another car. The Tracer became Sean's main source of transportation. The kids always thought it was cool to get to go in "Dad's car".
About 6 months ago Sean's parents gave us their old car. It is much newer and bigger than the black car so Sean decided to sell. I felt no emotion at all when he said this. He posted it online and in the Herald Journal, the local newspaper. Well, he sold it this week. I didn't see any of the transaction. Suddenly I didn't want to part with the car. The night after it was gone I woke up in the middle of the night with the thought, "I hope the car is ok." I realized I was attached. I really hope I don't see it driving around town!!
The poor thing is much more beat up than the first pictures. I scraped the drivers door with the van pulling out of the garage, one of us hit the side of the garage door opening pulling out of the garage once, but this black car, The Tracer has seen us through fun and hard times. I know it is just a car but I will miss it.
We love you, and will miss you black Tracer!!