When I went looking for a car 6 years ago the one thing I said was that I didn't want a red car. I looked around, and guess what I found? A red car. Now most of you will think it is funny but this is the first car that I have owned that was all mine, no one elses. I paid for it, I drove it, I fixed it and unfortunately someone else killed it. She was a good car, she got me where I needed to go, like to pick up Mary last year during the blizzard with no problem what so ever, got me places in a hurry if I needed to be there - like 85 mph up 93 to the hospital to help my sister with stitches to David's head, and took me to places I liked to go, like camp and knitting on Sunday's and spinning. I will miss my little red car - I am sorry to see her go.