Penelope

As I sat inside of Penelope, I remembered all the great times we've had together. From the very first day, when I got so excited I burned the tires, to the day I got in trouble for taking a picture of my speedometer record. Penelope was one of my best friends.

I sat in that defeated car with the sun roof open and the big dipper overhead, trying to figure out why Penelope had meant so much to me. Was that car the expression of my youth, or possibly even my rebellious side? Or was it something greater, like I shared some kind of tangible connection to her?

Either way, I think we can all agree, Penelope was a champion of light in a world of darkness.