1995 I was in the midst of buying a boat, thinking I was in the best relationship of my life, a promotion at work, and bought a new car.
1995 Buick Skylark. Took ownership November 1995. Last December I took it to the junk yard. 192,000 miles blown head gasket, cost over $2000 to replace. I used that car to it's fullest. I drove to Atlanta, GA 4 times from Milwaukee, 20 times to Upper Michigan, and all over.
I miss that car. I knew every quirk, I knew what it would do at 110mph on US65 north from Indianapolis last year even, he had room to grow even then...
but I had to let him go. I can still feel the broken drivers seat I was too fat for it. I still reach for that stereo knob in the wrong place. I still pull into the wrong side to pump gas with my "new" ride. I miss my GM V6 with 100,000+ miles on it whooping the toejam out of my buddies 2003 Honda Accord off the line, AND 55 to 75 on the highway (even without kids in the car and driving reckless he could never touch me).
Here's my 1995 baby Mac
