Such a mix if emotions today after selling my Audi…it was the first car my son and I “picked together.” Though he was 3.

He was beaming and loved this thing, the growl and speed. So many memories.

I wondered today, was it the car or the memories? Was it the experience? Or was it the guilt? I promised I’d keep the car for him, but as the world and environment change, so do the habits and vehicles. I broke my promise.

He loves cars. Ever since he knew he did.

And since he was so young, I’d take him to races and enjoy the fumes. We would go to Lime Rock and he would delight in getting 1 unique Hotwheels too.

The chapter isn’t over, it’s just…a different chapter. I will miss the little toddler he was. The innocence. The lack of sleep. The cuddles and naps. Now, on the last day of summer, he is in his room, pissed about starting 4th grade tomorrow, and I’m emotional for what reason I’m unsure. The grow up fast. Your left with pics and memories.

Farewell Audi RS3, our rides and memories are with you forever.