You were the best car I could've hoped for. I saved up thousands of dollars for you by the time I was 16, and it was well worth it. I practically lived in you my senior year, you had Raoul and my chess board and art supplies. I even kept my wings in there.
We went on all kinds of adventures together. I don't even remember how many times I just drove off with no destination, just taking random turns, and we always ended up finding awesome places. Even the less fun adventures, like trying to get home in the mountains when I couldn't see the road at all, you got me through safely. Well, there was that one time we slid down the hill on Plateau Circle, but that was hardly your fault. That was ridiculous ice.
Man, when you got broken into.... it was already a terrible day, and that just broke me. It was like someone breaking into my home, or robbing my friend. Those two weeks you were in the shop sucked, but then you were good as new and we got a better CD player. 
Now you look like this. I'm sorry you had to go out like that, buddy. I basically planned to keep you till I died, but I guess the car gods decided that it was your time. I'll never forget you though. Jumping the dip at the bottom of Mike's street, hiding from Mom when she was being scary, the many, many drives to the airport... and I'll always remember that you were the one place I had where I truly felt at home. Where I could really sing, really cry, really scream, really get excited about something, without toning it down because of my own self-consciousness.
This is my new car. She'll never be you. She's a similar car, but you were my home, and she'll never be that.
Rest in peace, my dear Jeepy. 
