We Miss you Robbie and Beula

Way back in my second year at BYU, I was lucky enough to inherit my Grandma's 91 Ford Taurus. It was free, I named it Beula, and it was a good car. Best of all, I was able to put my no-working-brakes-in-the-winter-so-I-had-to-fall-into-the-snow-bank-to-stop bicycle to rest. Beula lasted all the way until the summer I had the twins and Ben worked in California. He drove it down to Riverside from Utah, and then about half way through the summer it died. It then retired to Ben's parents driveway/backyard for a few years before we finally had it towed away not too long ago.

Our second Ford Taurus came along a few years later, soon after we were married. My grandparents (who clearly love Ford Taurus') were buying a new Ford Taurus, so we bought the 95 from them. Robbie lasted until this past November, when we sold him before moving to California for a cool $600. And it was running. That was a great deal for a running car.

So why didn't we transport this beloved car with us to Cali when we moved? Because we had a Buick waiting for us. My Grandma had been ready for a new car yet again, and we inherited a Buick.

Sadly, it just died after only a few months. We hardly even had time to call it Margaret.

The question is - are our days of driving "old people cars" as we have so lovingly referred to them over? As I scan through Camry's, Maxima's and Prius', I just don't know if we can pull it off. We have always been the type of 20-somethings who roll in a Ford Taurus. We have always been just a tiny bit embarrassed to drive when going out to lunch with co-workers. It just won't be the same to walk outside and see a car made in the 21st century.

So if anyone in Utah sees a woman named Tree (seriously, that was her name) driving a grey 95 Ford Taurus - tell her we'll give her the $600 back. Our long standing history of driving old cars and avoiding another car payment without ever longing for a fancy new car depends on it.