My Explorer finally gave out on me. It's been sitting in our driveway all broken-down and lonely looking for about a month now and it just breaks my heart. I will miss that car, we had some good times together. A lot of times, it was just the two of us. Lots of rocking out and singing and flicking boogers out the window in that car. Parallel parking and dead bugs on the windshield. It was a bitch to wash, but sure looked nice all cleaned up. And then there's Chick with her tongue hanging out the window, Bruiser standing with his front legs on the center console. French fries and bottle caps that you can't reach between the seats. 180,000 miles on that sucker. After you drive a car for a long time and you drive it like I drove that thing, you really now how to drive it. I could swoop it in to any parking spot, pass any car, peel out in our driveway, drive it on empty and know exactly how many more miles before the sucker was going to run out of gas. Sure it had it's problems...but it was mine and I will really miss it. Hopefully there is still some life left in you, Explorer! In the mean time....new car. It's nice, but it's not my Explorer.
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Well hey there good lookin', nice story there about your car, reminded me of something that I thought you might get a kick out of.
Rusty Old American Dream
I don't look all that ragged for all the time it's been,
But I'm weakened underneath me where my frame is rusted thin.
And this year's state inspection just barely passed
Won't you drive me 'cross the country, boy,
This year could be my last.
I'm a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline,
And I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere,
A rusty old American dream.
I rolled off the line in Detroit back in 1958,
Spent three days in the showroom, that's all I had to wait.
I've been good to all who owned me, so have no fear;
C'mon, boy, put your money down and get me out of here!
I'm a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline,
And I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere,
A rusty old American dream.
This car needs a young man to own him
One who will polish the chrome,
I will give you the rest of my lifetime,
But don't let me die here alone.
Just jump me some juice to my battery,
Give that old starter a spin,
Hear me whir, sputter, backfire through the carberator,
And roar into life once again.
I'm a tailfin road locomotive,
You can polish my chrome so clean
We can fly off into the sunset together,
A rusty old American dream.
David Wilcox
p.s. we've moved into a house now. ;)
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