I don't know if I told you...

but I sold "Golda" this week!

This is one of those things where it is

happy

and

sad

all at the same time.

We already know I am kind of a nostalgic person,

but even I didn't know that nostalgia applied to cars.

I mean, really?

Golda has been in our family forever. I always felt it kind of a privilege to drive her.

Even on the hot hot hot days without AC.

Golda was my car and I thought of Heather, Bryan and Noelle every time I drove.

(Well, may not every time, but almost!)

I vividly remember going on a hunt for Golda on/near Heather's 16th birthday. The car was hidden down the street at a neighbors house. I remember being 8 years old and sitting in the backseat as Heather tried to get the stick shift up the steep hill to our house. We did a lot of backward rolling, what a time! Since then, all 4 kids have learned to drive a manual car, and we loved every minute. I think each of us left our mark on the car- whether from the trailer hitch in front of us on a rainy day (me) or backing into a garbage can on the street (sibling remains nameless).

Well friends, I have good news for you. The car went to a grateful guy. He is tall and skinny, and he has wild, orange hair. I tried to tell him the car meant a lot to me, and that he was lucky to get it. But I didn't want to freak him out, or get emotional, so I didn't. And that is why I am writing it here :)

Golda has been great to the Tanner family. Though we all have cars more comfortable than a '95 now, I think we will all remember our days with Golda fondly!