So, a couple years back, I named my car. Luke. I've been with him for a very long time. Since 2005. Here's some Luke memories:
Me and Colette (and Laura and Aaron in the backseat) driving back from our roommate Tawnya's wedding reception down in Ephraim. Please note Colette's fabulous picture taking ability. And LOOK at my hair! Man, it was short!
Me driving myself to South Dakota for boyscout camp.
Me driving and yes! taking the picture driving into Rapid City with a bunch of rowdy boys! Man, I am a very safe driver.
You will think this is just a picture of Colette... but no, it is that and more. In the window... you guessed it! LUKE!
And finally, this one time where Jason and I were driving up a snowy hill and a deer darted in front of us and we lost momentum. We then had to drudge up the hill one jolt at a time with Jason pushing. Got to love South Dakota snow!!!!!!!!
So getting to the point. Luke.
So here he is. But all good things must come to an end... I now have South Dakota plates!
It just doesn't look the same, but he's still a great car.
5 comments:
Hey Sar, thanks for making everyone think your car is dead too. Anyway, I don't know if I should say Utah traitor or congratulations; you decide.
Love that you named your car luke...I have myself a fran and just love her. Sorry you had to give up all the goodness of Luke's nametag.
Is it okay that this makes me kind of sad? Utah still misses you!
First of all, I love the photos. Second, I am so sad that Leukemia, ahem! I mean "Luke" had to convert to a South Dakotan. Nige is still holding out strong! Although, it won't be long until he joins the Wiscy clan. I miss you!!!
Ahhhh, good ol' Luke and his ABBA lovin' ways.
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