Farewell to my Ford Taurus

Farewell to My Taurus

Yesterday was rather an emotional day for me. I had to say goodbye to my old friend Roswell. I mean Roswell in the sense of my car. About 10 years ago I named my 1997 white Ford Taurus, Roswell. I found the name Roswell rather fitting for this car considering it resembles a spaceship. I was in love with this car from the first time I saw it in the parking lot. Fortunately, I was successful in talking my wife into buying it. Our first year with Roswell however, was a rather rocky one. It its first year under our ownership, Roswell must've spent 40% of its time in the mechanic’s garage. I was almost on the point of giving up on Roswell and getting rid of it. Fortunately, after its first turbulent year, Roswell began to settle down. From then on it and it was a really good car. I love the power of its engine and its smoothness in handling. The cool appearance of the car was what first attracted me to it. However, all good things must come to an end. About a month ago I got into a silly accident which caused Roswell to be a write-off. So yesterday afternoon I had to say goodbye to Roswell at the auto body shop. Roswell's destination is now the salvage yard. I have many good memories of Roswell. I have always found that cars somewhat like music remind me of my history. They map out a certain era of time. That is probably why I get sentimental about them. It was my favorite of all the cars I have driven in my lifetime. Like I say, the first year I had it I thought it was going to bankrupt me. After that first tough year, it became a great car. I can still remember how proud I was of the car the first day I bought it. I wanted everyone to see my new cool car. Well, Roswell's time is done. It has served its owner well. So, on that note I say goodbye to Roswell. It is now time to look for another car.