When Mike and I first married, the only vehicle we had was a two-door Ford Escort that Mike lovingly called Leroy. Mike had driven Leroy for many years, and they had a bond that was stronger than Leroy's metal frame. Then, six months later, Mike and I purchased our Mazda Protégé. It didn't have automatic windows or power door locks, both of which never worked in the used cars that my family drove when I was little, but I really loved our Mazda. We drove it to the Oregon Coast on our first vacation together. It was dragged to Illinois when we moved from Idaho. And when I started noticing wrinkles under my eyes, my Mazda sympathetically skidded on wet pavement and bumped into a van, creating a wrinkle under its eye.
However, we sold our Mazda Protégé last week. I teared up a little when we sold it. It was a good car that never died on me once. I will miss the squealing noise it would make to clear its throat in the mornings. I will miss how the CD player would only work when the temperature inside the car was above 85°. And I will miss all the Diet Coke stains on the floor mats, demonstrating more than a decade of driving, stopping, and thirst-quenching enjoyment.
Below are some pictures of our Mazda. We really didn't take many pictures, and most of the ones we took were of the back of the car.
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