Blue Eyed Beauty

In my family, my brothers and I had to wait until we were 17 to receive our own car – a good philosophy that should have taught us patience and responsibility.  In my case, it totally ruined the excitement of having my own car.  For some reason, I just didn’t care whether I had my own car or not.  When my 17^th birthday was less than two weeks away, I wasn’t the girl car shopping during her free time or asking for the most expensive car on the market.  In fact, I could have borrowed my mother’s car for the rest of high school and been perfectly content.

Needless to say, I was shocked by the emotions I was experiencing when my 2005 Ford Escape was waiting in the garage the morning of my 17^th birthday.   I was jumping up and down squealing uncontrollably.  I didn’t have any input on my car selection, but man was I in love.

My midnight blue Ford Escape is considered a mini-SUV.  Basically, it has five seats and a giant trunk, but is the width of a smaller car.  This makes it extremely easy to fit in tight parking spots.  The interior is coated in smooth leather that is in mint condition.  The man who owned my car before me used only 20,000 miles and rarely had any passengers – it looks brand spankin’ new!  The stereo system has a surprisingly loud base with the capacity to hold 6 CD’s.  The driver and passenger seat are separated by a center console, which I use to hold my wallet, sunglasses, phone charger, and loose change. The seats in the back are quite squishy, but get the job done!  With the ability to quickly change from heat to air conditioning, my car is perfect for when I go home to Nebraska and there is a snow storm one day and tornado the next!  The exterior of my car is practically door-ding free, except for a perfectly circular one I obtained by taking it to college and being forced to park it in a lot with hundreds of other fraternity and sorority members. 

Despite the rare times it has run out of gas or the power steering went out, my car has treated me pretty well – and I’ve returned the favor.  I treat my car like my baby and make sure it’s constantly cleaned and looking brand new.  After all, since my parents paid for it, I should keep it looking presentable.