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Saying good-bye to Danica...


...and hello to heated seats and an auto-start!

It has been 21 days since I ran Danica into the snow-packed meridian on Johansen Expressway on the snowy morning of December 22nd.  At first glance, I thought we would just have to pay our deductible and our car insurance would take care of the rest.  I guess there was more to it because our lovely insurance company decided the left frame was too bent and called it a total loss, giving us cash for it instead of fixing it.

I was sad to see her go. She was our road trip car. It was that car that took my soon-to-be-fiance and I from Missouri to California for spring break where I got engaged overlooking the San Francisco Bay and Golden Gate Bridge. We have had so many memories in that car and I looked forward to the time I would be driving little kids around in it. But I guess it was time for her to go. 

After a few long weeks of searching, we finally found a car that felt "right." Maybe it wasn't the perfect deal or the best car. But it is what our family needed right now. 

All-wheel drive. 

Heated seats.  (My toosh really thanks me for this on -40 degree mornings!)

An auto start. (Oh my, this is amazing)

Good gas mileage. 

A cash payment. 

Yep, I think I will learn to love my 2001 Subaru Forester.  :) Road trips, here we come!







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  1. Awesome! And I've heard nothing but amazing things about Subarus. A good choice. All I need now is a picture!

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    1. I was going to take a picture today but it was -41 and I didn't want to go back outside :) it will be up here soon!

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