Here is my car, soon to be traded, we had some good times, we had some bad times, but through it all you have always been… A Gas Guzzling heap of JUNK…
Ode to My Old Tin Can Ford
The Ford is my auto; I shall not walk.
It maketh me to lie down beneath it.
It leaveth me stranded in deep waters.
It irritates my soul.
It leadeth me in the path of ridicule for its namesake.
Yea, though I drive through the valleys, I am towed up the hills.
I fear all evil for my sparkplug corrodeth.
My rods and my bolts discomfort me.
It prepareth a puncture in the presence of trouble.
It annointeth my hands with grease.
My radiator boileth over.
Surely curses and punctures shall follow me all the days of my life;
And I shall plead before the Ford in vain forever.
Thank You Jolly Jeanie,
However my Ford is now destined for someone else, and best of luck to them. May they discover the pleasures of visiting the gas station far too often, of rubber door seals that were always falling off, of a build quality only an Australian could be proud of, but it was a great car for the family. So many memories as this was the last car I bought before my wife and I split up, in fact I took delivery of it only 3 months before we did. The kids actually rarely saw the two of us in the car together and it was the last thing that my ex-wife returned to me (it was too expensive).
My New car awaits me at the dealer, I’m picking it up tomorrow, as does the pleasures of diesel economy, of lots and lots of gadgets, bring it on, and I hope it inspires me in ways that my Ford never did.
(Leaving his former US love, i.e. his Ford SUV, for his new European model, from Germany)
My New Love, my VW Golf 103TDI Comfortline Wagon…