Our van was close to hitting 100,000 miles and she was in need of many repairs. So, we decided it was time to look for something new. And, we found a new vehicle---this time not a minivan.
It was a little sad to say goodbye to our van, who we named Chubby (because she didn't fit well into parking spots). It was the only car Shelly remembers me driving and it safely took care of us during two run-ins with deer.