the drive this morning was bitter sweet to say the least. walking past the front porch, sitting out in front was susan all drenched in dew; melancholy quickly settled.
for a brisk moment, during of which i completely forgot about the cold and it's tiny blades slicing through my thin slacks, i saw her. the same way i've had for the past 5 years. everything about her was pretty much the same: her slender low profile, her mysterious dark tint, her glistening cherry coat.
although, walking a little closer, i could not ignore the paint that was beginning to chip away from her body, or the countless dents and scratches, and knowing that the mystery no longer existed behind her dark tint. her time had come.
the years weren't kind to her. she was stolen, pillaged, and disrespected countless times, but she was mine. she was there during times when nobody else was. she heard me laugh, she heard me curse. and she'd seen me cry (once). if there exists a car heaven, susan would definitely be up there being continually filled with premium gasoline, the kind that i was never able to give her.
susan turned 230,000 miles today. i was planning celebrate by buying a six-pack of o'douls and plopping open a lawn chair off the side of the freeway... it was too cold.
i wish i could frame her on the side of the wall, but i can't. so i leave her with this, my words of affection.
