Minnesota drivers are the worst drivers I've ever encountered.

I wish I could day the same thing about my dear Subaru.
I know, technically, it's just a car. But to me, it's so much more.
My Subaru and I had been partners in crime since October 2003, when I walked to the dealership to pick it up on Halloween day. And if a 10-year relationship wasn't enough to tug on my heart strings, my grandparents helped me pick out and pay for my car. It had sentimental value far beyond the the memories that I made driving it.