Posted by Lillye Anderson
I loved our old family 1998 Jeep Grand Cherokee from the time I sat in a booster seat in it until I sat in the driver’s seat. I rode for thousands of miles in the back seat of this car – to the Cape in the summer, to my grandparents’ home on holidays, and on daily trips to school, activities, and friends’ homes. When I got my driver’s license last year, the car was mine. My friends loved my “vintage” car. Of course, by now it was showing its age – the sunroof was rusted shut, the gas gauge didn’t always work, and frequently a light would blink and beep “coolant sensor bad,” which we translated to car-speak for “have a nice day.” I planned to drive off to college next year behind the wheel of this Jeep, but a few weeks ago it stopped going in reverse. The repair costs were just too much to spend on such an old car. My dad made the final decision to get rid of it when he got a hernia pushing the car out of a parking space.
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