
I will never forget the day when I filled up for gas and paid $90. At that moment I just knew it was time to sadly say goodbye. BlueCrush was my baby. It was extremely hard to see her drive away and out of my life by a Hispanic man and his amigos. She got me from point a to b since I was 16. Blue has given my friends and I many great memories - the numerous times I got pulled over for doing something ridiculous, jamming to 'You Can Do It, Put Your Back Into It', backing into Rachel's brand new parked car, makeout sessions or what my dad calls is...MOT for 'make out truck', etc. At this time of sorrow we would now invite all who knew BlueCrush to share their feelings on how wonderful she was to us. May her life be filled with hydrolics, 2-tone paint jobs, Virgin Marys, and many hombres to come.

Keep in mind I have never dealt with this much money in my life. So you can image this guy, 'Faustino' who can't speak a lick of English, handing me all this cash thinking "I'm going to pull mad Senoritas driving this truck tonight". Rob and I wanted to jump on the bed and throw it in the air (like the movie Blank Check), but we decided to act like adults. After selling something so huge, we felt responsible and adult-like. Kind of like, when you had to buy your first roll of toilet paper after you moved out....weird.