My 2004 Chevy Cavalier was the best car I’ll ever own. I got him for super cheap, he was in PERFECT condition, and he had just over 16,000 miles on him. I got him in April of 2009…he was awesome. He was quite a change from the Cadillac I had just been in. There weren’t power windows or power locks, it had cloth seats…everything my Cadillac wasn’t. And I can honestly say that I HATED IT when I first sat in it. It just was so…blah. I quickly changed my mind, though, and found myself going way too fast in that car. I’d look down and catch myself speeding and have to constantly adjust. I decided my car just wanted to go fast…thus the name “Ricky Bobby” came to me, and so he became. He was the best car.
On the day I went and placed the order for my dress with my mother, I was rear-ended on the off ramp from one highway to another. I was forced to a complete stop due to traffic, and the lady behind me just didn’t see me. She plowed into me and totaled my poor Ricky Bobby. I hadn’t even had him a full year when that happened. The thing was, I’d paid less than $5000 for him, but since he’d been in such awesome condition, I got about $7000 from the insurance company to put towards a new car. I loved that car like he was a living, breathing friend. And I cried when the body shop guy (whose nickname was Ricky Bobby, haha) told me there really wasn’t any way to fix him. I also cried when I came into work the day they were loading him onto the truck to take him to the junk yard. My poor Ricky Bobby…he was definitely a blessing in my life financially, haha! Cheap to buy, paid off big when I needed another car. And he was a hell of a lot of fun to drive!!
Rest In Pieces, my friend! =)
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