Well, the worst finally happened. The transmission in my car finally called it quits. I figured it was only a matter of time. My 2011 Ford Fiesta was eight years old and had 210,281 miles on it. She was an old girl who served me well and I had many adventures in it. My first job delivering pizzas, commuting to and from community college and the National Aviation Academy, going to Orlando, Titusville, Cape Canaveral, Pensacola, Atlanta, Macon, driving up Kennesaw Mountain, Stone Mountain, Providence Canyon, High Falls State Park, Indian Springs, Jimmy Carter's home, Andersonville, Lithia Springs, Anna Maria Island, Longboat Key, St. Petersburg, Clearwater, Lakeland, and many more. It was my first car, and I lived my life and explored a lot of Florida and Georgia in it. Fortunately, it held together long enough to get me home from one last adventure.
Yesterday, I spent seven hours in Atlanta at the Georgia Aquarium. I really enjoyed myself and it was a well deserved break after wor