Ol' Reliable

As a teenager, I was the kid who would drive his friends around in the folks' family van. Everyone else owned smaller cars, so it made sense that when the gang wanted to get together we'd all pile into the warrior wagon. She was a beast of a vehicle and endured years of use and abuse. Mall runs, desert drives, sticky soda spills, caked on ketchup stains, boogers under the seat, cologne covering up cigarette smells, frequent fender benders, sun baked paint peeling ... the works. This one is for you ol' gal.