"There goes our old car..."

I suppose there are a lot of car memories, but I have to mention this one. When I got married we decided to take the car I drove, the white Tempo with the blue guts, on our honeymoon. Diane and Larry took video of us seeing the decorated car and driving off in wedded bliss. You hear on the wedding video mom and my mother-in-law saying they can't believe we're married and kind of crying at the thought of their babies driving away. And the last thing you hear in the background is dad, "Well, there goes our old car, dear."
I'm pretty sure it was his way of saying that life was changing and we kids were all going to grow up too soon. After all, to dad, a car is just a car that can be traded in any day without the slightest bit of remorse (except for maybe some on mom's part--especially if she never got a picture;).)

I'm feelin' hot, hot, hot

My senior year of high school the car I drove was a 1993 (I think) Ford Escort. The second half of that year we had to drive much farther to school than usual because they were removing the asbestos from our school. We went to our rival school from 12:30 til 5:30pm. It was so hot toward the end of the year. The car started overheating. I don't even remember how long it was until we got the head gasket fixed but I had to drive all the way home with the heater on full blast and the windows down (in Las Vegas heat) so the car would not overheat. Ugh, it was so very hot! R. Jay, I am sure you remember this since you had to ride home in that car too.

Car Sick

The first thing that comes to my mind is the time when we were driving to California (I think) when I was probably around 7ish. We were on a really bumpy road and Nathan and I were starting to feel sick. Mom held up a garbage can in front of us just in case. Well, one of us (I can't remember which, we'll say it was Nathan) couldn't hold it in anymore and started throwing up. As soon as I saw his barf in the can, I couldn't help but let some out myself. So we were throwing up in the same garbage can at the same time. How pleasant that must have been for the others in the car!
I also remember when we lived in St. George that we would always tell Dad to "coast" down the hill on our street.
I know these don't really have to do with the actual car, especially since I can't remember which cars we had at these times, but this will have to do.

This is the plan...

You know how sisters get when they talk together. Thanks to three-way calling, we cooked up a plan to start a family blog. Now we have a place to share memories and more when the mood strikes us (or, probably in our brothers' cases, when teeth are pulled.) We hope to share some fun and memorable times as well as thoughts on life as it is now.
So, to begin. In order to encourage the not-as-willing male members of the family, let's all start with a memory of one of our cars. (I know that's a lot of memories--just try to pick one.) There's the back-in-the-back, the watermelon bomb, the blue guts and the red guts, just to get you thinking. And don't forget to label your post "car memories". Happy blogging!