Ode to the faithful (383 hits)
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Submitted by whatsthis.at.hotmail.com (View user info) at 2004-09-29 14:47:37 EDT
I remember the night I first saw you. You sat calmly in my driveway, shining and new. Sleek exterior, extremely pleasing to the eye. I christened you as my own by leaping up and down in joy, hugging my parents, and squealing like a typical 17 year old girl would over her first car.
I proudly drove you to school the next day. Everyone was so jealous. You ran so well. I was ecstatic that you came with a CD player. I drove up to the parking lot that morning blasting Achilles Last Stand, (the guitar solo) and all was perfect with the world. I didn't need to bum rides from mom anymore, I didn't need the former boyfriend to chauffer me around. I was independent. I couldn't beleive my luck. How many parents buy their daughters cars with almost no strings attatched before her first job? Of course, I would have to start making payments on you as soon as I graduated and started college, but it was well worth it.
I loved your emerald green color, not too flashy but not too muted. Just right for someone like me. I loved the big engine sound you'd make, even if you were only six cylinders and had an automatic transmission. I loved that I hung my Komboloi beads from the rear view mirror for good luck. They just fit you. Not tacky, but just personal reminders to be safe. You've been there when I've needed you most and you've withstood so much. Even after we ran into the idiot who parked his delivery truck in the middle of the lane, illegally, on the other side of a blind hill, you remained mine. So many memories surround you, friend. Drives to the beach with friends, speeding home from various places so mom could rest easy that I was safe in bed, the morning commute every day in rush hour traffic, strangled singing along with Robert Plant as we tore all over town together, crying after a difficult day at work or school, and so many more that have made you my symbol of coming into age. I've rambled to myself while in you. I've done my makeup in your mirrors while sitting at stop lights. I've fallen asleep in you and woken up to a gorgeous sunrise. I've locked my keyes in you and watched in embarrassment as AAA had to come fish them out. Everything has been worth it though. For every unfortunate event, I can think of ten positive ones that involve you.
And still, you remain faithful to me. The good times haven't stopped. Sure, you have several thousand more miles now, and your brakes squeak occaionsally, but it doesn't matter to me. You still get me where I need to go. I can still rely on you. We're a team. I love driving because of you. Sure, we may battle the worst traffic and roads known to man on a regular basis, but I still adore driving. I can only hope we stay together for many more years until you can peacefully retire. If I could have my way, we'd never change. Not when I grow up and get married, start a family... I wouldn't trade you in. Not when I'm old and senile and drive at 40 mph on the freeway. You and me, we're in it for the long haul. I don't know what I'd do with out you.
My mustang.
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Submitted by Impassive-Digressive (user info) at 2004-09-29 21:48:48 EDT (#)
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Submitted by whataefag (user info) at 2004-09-29 15:37:36 (#)
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eh.
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Submitted by whataefag (user info) at 2004-09-29 15:37:36 EDT (#)
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eh.