I bought my car 3 years ago, right before my move from Atlanta to Seattle. Living 3,000 from them, my parents insisted I have a car with a warranty (lets be honest, they always helped bail me out the trillion times I’ve had car trouble in my life). So, I bought the Freelander and loaded it down with bikes, camping gear, and a random assortment of “things” that I deemed necessary for my new life in the Northwest.
My friend, Ali Phillips, and I spent almost a month on the road – just the two of us in the Freelander (which we referred to as the Petite Nomad). Not to be too crazy but she was one of “the girls” and we had one long, rugged road trip through Tennessee, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, and Washington states. How can I not be attached to this big hunk of metal?
Well, the time has come to bid her farwell. 3 years and 2 months later Tim and I will be making a similar cross-country trip in the other direction and it is no longer the Petite Nomad who will do the job. I sat in her one last time last night and thanked her for all of the great memories from road tripping to trying to navigate one way traffic in downtown Seattle. She is with another Seattlelite now who will take good care of her and take her up to the mountains often (sniff, sniff).
Here are some of the Petite Nomads shining moments: