Do you have a name for you car? I do.
This is Libby.
My 2006 Jeep Liberty.
Libby wasn't exactly my first choice when I bought her. I was really in the market for a two seat convertible, but I couldn't find one that met all my criteria at that time. And usually, God's choice for me is better than what I have in mind.
What were my criteria, you may ask...
Number 1: It had to be an automatic. No, I can't drive a stick shift. After years of trying to learn and being yelled at by everyone who tried to teach me, I decided I was done with that whole experience. Automatic transmissions were invented for people like me in the first place. But I digress.
Number 2: It HAD to be a convertible. I have always wanted a convertible. I LOVE the sun and wind in my face! The closest I ever came to owning a convertible was a Nissan Maxima that had a sun roof. I drove with that thing open all the time.
Number 3: The payments had to fit into my budget (which is always tight).
Number 4: It could not be more than 5 years old. And,
Number 5: It could not be white. I've had a white car, and I never want another one. I know people who will only buy white vehicles. I don't get it. I'm not a vanilla kind of person. And please don't get me wrong; I'm not knocking you if you like white cars or vanilla ice cream. They just aren't for me. But ain't it cool that we're all different and that there are so many choices for all of us?!
Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, . . .
After searching for a couple of months, I was not having any luck. I had to do something quick because the car I was driving at the time (Maxie, my Nissan Maxima) was starting to have issues that were going to cost more than she was worth. And then one day, I happened to see this cute little Jeep on a car lot on my way to work. Something about it spoke to me and I decided that if I couldn't find my convertible, I was going to buy a Jeep. I researched it, and then I test drove one. And I LOVED the way it drove! And so one Saturday as the Hubs and I were perusing every car dealership within a 60 mile radius, we happened upon Libby. She met all my criteria (except for the being a convertible). And while she was really supposed to be priced just outside my budget, we got her at a steal of a deal! The newspaper had made a mistake in printing the sales price and the dealer was having to honor that advertised price. The car lot was reimbursed the difference by the newspaper in free advertising. Anyway, we wouldn't have known about it if we had not heard one of the salesmen talking about it to another man who was looking to buy it for his wife, but couldn't make up his mind. As soon as he left, we asked if we could get the same deal - we were ready to buy. And just like that Libby was mine!
She's an awesome vehicle! You can park her almost anywhere. She turns on a dime. She has great get-up-and-go. A true work-horse! And a great friend! Yes, I said it. Libby is my friend. I depend on her everyday. She takes care of getting me (and all my stuff) where I need to go. She's great to take shopping! We have driven Libby on most of our vacations that we have taken since we bought her. We have had some great times together. She has heard me singing, laughing, yelling, and crying. She has given me the best years of her existence. (She just recently rolled over 100,000 on her odometer.) If that's not a friend, I don't know what is. And so, I say she deserves a name.
And right now, she deserves a good detailing.