It's just a car... I got to go see what was left of my car tonight. How depressing. As you can see from the pictures, my beloved Blue 68 is dead. Amazingly, I was able to retrieve all my valuables: my PDA, my cellphone, my book, and some items from the trunk. I was not allowed to remove the license plate, but I hope to get that also.

I bought this car in 1985 from some family friends, the Elders. I had grown up with their son in Pasadena and always loved that car. When they told me they wanted to sell it, I immediately asked for it. I was in college at the time and they allowed me to pay them off slowly, about $50 a month.

I had my first date with my wife in this car, we drove away from our wedding in this car, my kids all clamored to ride with me in this car - even my two-year-old son, who knew it was something special. It was part of my identity. I drove it as a student at Biola and now as a professor there. It had been painted several times and I had the engine rebuilt once and overhauled a couple of times.

In the end, it's just a car. But it was also part of our family. My daughter Corinne said that Blue was a hero, it "saved daddy's life". This is probably true, since a newer car would probably have been crushed further under the truck and I would not be here to write about it. Of course, I also believe God had a hand in it, since I almost chose to drive our little Geo to Bible study that morning.

Labels: accident, Mustang

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