Dear Honda Fit
Or Hurley. The baby that came after Jackie Pfl. It was October 2014, and I felt like a badass buying a 2015 car. I knew you were the one the minute I saw you on the showroom floor. Your sleekness, your keyless entry, your alloy wheels. Thank you for getting me all over the bay, and through the scary inclines of San Francisco. Where most sedans don't fit, you easily squeezed in. Thanks for holding all my shit as Marlo and I drove you from the Bay to PDX. I loved everything about you. Thank you for getting me through new adventures and experiences.