My Police Interceptor

It never occured to me when I bought my first car, to write about how it felt - to finally own something I've worked for, for three whole years. It took me three years of scrimping, alongside making tuition money to finally collect enough to buy a decent car.

So, early November 5th, 2005, I took the love of my life with me to go and see if I could acquire another love, but this time on wheels. We rented a car and headed to Madison, to the agricultural research institute, and sat through an auction. But half an hour into the auction, we came out, smiling, holding the keys to a used, ex state trooper car. A 2000 Blue Ford Crown Victoria - Police interceptor.

I've always made it my priority to keep my car looking and feeling the best. Did oil changes, swapped out spark plugs, topped off brake fluid, the whole deal. And my car has never let me down.

Yet, on July 3rd, 2006, on the eve of the American independence day, my freedom was taken away from me.

It takes a certain amount of hard work and determination to earn your first car. But it takes another person less than a minute's work to steal it from you. It makes you question if it actually is worth working for something. Why not just take it from some other person who has already done the hard work?

Well, life kicks you sometimes... but I guess, it takes a person with real character to actually go through life, and instead of complaining about being in the dumps, works towards getting out of it.