Our boys affectionately called Ryan's Ford Focus, the BYU car. At 4 a.m., a drunk driver hit our car, the neighbors van, slammed into a retaining wall, and ran leaving his wallet, drugs, shoe, and friend behind. It was not the best way to get woken up. Ryan and I reminisced about all the good times in this little car. He had it since it was brand new in 2003. It was the car in which we went on dates, drove after we got married, and the transported me to the hospital for all 3 kiddos. It had manual locks and windows and it's engine was really loud. I loved it because it was stick shift. I was planning on teaching Elisabeth and Emilie how to drive manual that very day. It just wasn't meant to be.
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