For most people buying cars isn't a big deal because they do it every few years. But for the Roddy's it's a really big deal because we do it like once a decade...haha! I feel like a character in Toy Story when I think about our cars. Because we drive them for so long, they truly feel like a part of the family. Memories are created in them and I feel indebted to them for the safety they have provided us through the years. So when it was time to say goodbye to our 2007 Range Rover that we had purchased clear back when we lived in Seattle it was a sad day. We had bought it one year old and it was the nicest car we had owned to that point. Jack took such good care of it and while it was expensive to maintain, not to mention a gas guzzler, we felt it was worth it. (I guess we didn't learn our lesson from the prior one we owned.) Fast forward to 2018 when the boys are turning 16, it seemed like the perfect car to pass down to them. It was a little over 10 years old by this time but was in great shape, had low miles and would be a safe car for a couple of new drivers. Unfortunately after losing its place in the garage after Jack bought himself a new truck and the third garage needed to house our jet ski trailer it ended up taking a beating from both the boys and the Florida sun. As the boys left for college we debated on selling it as by this time our bank account was also starting to take a beating from the costly repairs it constantly needed but surprisingly Sage wanted to drive it so we doubled down on it. Finally this September Sage got in it at school one day and it started to make a really strange noise. Between this, a recent fender bender she had with a police man, and our nice Land Rover service manager insisting he no longer felt comfortable taking our money to repair the car since the repairs were costing more than the car was worth, we decided to cut our losses and sell it. We ended up practically giving it away but the gentleman who bought it had a love for Rovers since he had spent a good part of his life working on them and was going to be able to maintain and repair it for a fraction of the cost we could. I'm not going to lie, I was so sad the day he picked it up but also felt a bit of relief knowing I would no longer have to worry about Sage calling to say she was stranded somewhere. Of course this all timed with Connor coming home and needing a car and Ty following a few months later. So between August and October we purchased two cars, sold one, and relocated two out to Utah.
With our house complete in Utah, Jack finally has a place to garage his truck. Talk about barely fitting...who knew finding a transporter large enough to get it to Utah would be so difficult. But never has this beast looked smaller than it did parked on this car carrier next to this fire truck heading to an Idaho national park.
