Our poor van! We bought it new on January 1, 2005, and it was a 2004 Mazda MPV. We bought it right after we found out we were pregnant with Courtney and it has gone all over the western United States. We have driven it from Oregon to San Diego; from Phoenix to Denver; from Ivins to Yellowstone; to a ton of mountain bike races, dance competitions, and soccer games; and everywhere in between. It has been an amazing van but had 253,876 miles on it and was leaking oil like a sieve. Courtney started calling it "The Beast" and refusing to get in it because she was afraid we wouldn't get home.
It had its quirks over the years. The engine would turn randomly off when we were driving and then it would keep running after we turned the key off once we parked. The driver's side seat belt once got stuck and so we had to crawl in and out of the seatbelt until we found a mechanic who could fix it. On our trip to a family reunion in Oregon, it started making a weird noise. After the trip, I took it to a mechanic who said that the axel was barely hanging on and he had no idea how we got home. We once drove home from Denver with it overheating the entire time. We had the windows down, the heater blasting, and we made it home. The mechanic said our radiator was broken and he had no idea how we got home.
I call it our "Tithing Van" because that is the only way it has lasted 16 years.
Courtney and I went to pick something up at HomeDepot and when we got home the van smelled like something was burning. I called the mechanic who checked it out and sent me a text saying that there were too many things wrong with the van that it wasn't worth fixing this time. I will admit, I cried. Courtney was estatic! Bryan and I decided to donate the van (although the only thing really worth anything in it would be the seats because they are in mint condition due to the seat covers). I called to set up the appointment and then Courtney and I cleaned out the van.
The next day I got a phone call telling me they were in the area and could grab the van. It was ready to go, the plates were off of it, it was cleaned out, and I had said goodbye. I watched as the man hooked the poor van up to take it away. When he lifted it up, a huge pool of oil came out of the engine. Oops! And when he drove off, you could see oil dripping. It was time to say goodbye.