To my first car:

When I turned 16 there was nothing that excited me more than being able to drive myself anywhere that I wanted to go. Driving my parents' cars were fun, at first, but the day I got you was one that I will never forget.

It took some time getting used to you, what with your small, sporty build and unrestrained speed, but after offering to drive friends and family around at any given opportunity I was soon well-versed on all of your bells and whistles.

A lot of time spent together would be an understatement. The numbers on your odometer quickly rolled over from 4 digits to 5 and eventually to 6. You didn't mind though, as you were always ready for a musical road trip or for a long journey to nowhere.

I want to thank you for always being there. I know you didn't really have a choice but you were always so good to me, getting me from one place to the next with no complaints. You also offered a place of shelter in the cold, heat, snow, and rain, and of course were with me for celebratory times as well as the times of hardship.

You were my first love, an unforgettable and irreplaceable existence in my life. We had a bond like no other and your constant silence comforted me more than you'll ever know.

My friends love and miss you too. Your sleek interior and classy exterior always allowed for us to arrive in style and of course the rev of your engine was enough to catch eyes anywhere we went.

I have so many memories with you that I will tell for generations, don't worry. I'm sorry your life ended sooner than it should have but I could not have asked for a better first car. To me, you weren't just a car, you were my reliable traveling buddy that I will consider a forever friend.