Trimming Down the BY Fleet!

So, we here in BY Universe have always prided ourselves on being lean and efficient.  No junk, frills or extra stuff.  If it is not used within a month, then it gets packed up and given to “somebody who needs it more.”  (Editor’s Note: I have successfully stockpiled/hidden my old pacemaker boxes away that cannot be found.  One day they will come in handy.) 

So it was only a matter of time when our fleet of vehicle s would be trimmed down to more efficient levels.

And, so just this past Monday, the 4Runner has been sold to a better home.  **sniffle, sniffle**  I knew that this day would come, when I would have to sell off another piece of my bachelor days.  I knew and still though that I could do this, without getting weepy.

Turns out, I was wrong…. sort of.  I am still getting a little misty eyed over the “downsizing”

To review, I have had this car for 13years.  I bought it myself as a med school graduation gift.  I still
remember going with Greg to pick it up.  I remember driving it through the streets of Atlanta for 3 years.  I remember dating Charmaine in it.  Even having some tense/deep conversations about our lives.  I remember taking Hamilton down to Tampa to live, and another 3 years down there.  Driving him to dog parks, with his head hanging out the back hitch window.  I am pretty sure I drove it to the restaurant in St Pete to celebrate my engagement.  I remember driving it back up to Winston for a year.  Buying a trailor hitch in the process and moving.  I remember buying bikes with Charmaine.  I remember driving her pregnant self to Baptist to start the ghetto echos that would make up this blog.  I remember driving down to Wilmington, with Ham in the way back to move into the GM.  I remember missing the Market street turn off, and somehow winding up in Wrightsville Beach in the middle of the night.  I remember taking the Pizz to daycare in the mornings, playing games and singing to Bieber.  (Whew!  Glad we don’t sing to him anymore).  I remember hauling stuff to the beach house.  I remember making the Kizzles wash it to keep it clean.  I remember how, whenever we pulled into the driveway, someone yelling “There’s Daddy’s car!”

Whew!  Its pretty funny how a piece of machinery becomes a useful/dependable part of ones life.  I guess I’m not a bachelor anymore!