To my crappy car,
Thank you. Thank you for getting me from point A to point B and for not completely dying on me yet, although you have came close on multiple occasions. Thank you for all the bumpy, suspension-less memories I have experienced with you, from cruising down the back roads of my hometown, to dodging pot holes in the big city, it has been quite an adventure to say the least. Thank you for teaching me basic car repair skills, like duct taping my mirrors on and using WD40 to open my doors in the winter time. And lastly, Thank you for teaching me responsibility, humility, giving me the ability to find humor in not so humorous situations (like the time my air conditioner blew up) and being a perfect first beater car.
Now after all those thank you's, I feel like I should apologize for somethings. I am sorry for all those times I hit other cars and dented you. I can't help the fact I am a crappy driver. I'm sorry for all the random fast food bags, clothes and trash that adorn your floor. I swear I will clean you out eventually. Lastly, I'm sorry for being ashamed of you for the longest time, as I get older, I am much more appreciative of having a "crappy" car as my first car, as it has taught me more valuable lessons than any new car could