Remember that time I didn’t think we could survive the Bighorn Mountain highway? The 8,000 foot altitude climb, the six feet of snow, and the prevalence of cliffs was enough to make me want to cry. But you did it. You chugged up that mountain (and down again) and only complained a little.
We had some good times, didn’t we?
But, unfortunately, it’s time that you retired from adventuring. I’ll miss your can-do spirit, but not your that’s-not-happening unpredictability. I’ll miss the memories of tailgating, surfboards, and wine in the backseat … but not the worries that I can’t do those again.
It’s a bittersweet goodbye, Roo. But I hope you understand that your younger cousin Subuaru Impreza 2.5 will treat me right.