Thanks For The Memories

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Those daughters and I…

All pickleballed out…headed out of the big city…Ginger behind the wheel…of her mama’s car…made it almost to her neighborhood when…the brakes of Old Blue…get a little feisty…navigated slowly through some neighborhoods…found a place to pull over…

Something smells like burnt meat…comes the comment upon exiting the vehicle…located the source…no burnt meat…but smoking metal fumes…wafting up from the front left tire…those girls of mine…suddenly grown up lady problem solvers…kicked it into gear…calling Triple A…the auto service…tow truck…arranging for an Uber…taking care of biz…while frazzled Mom bumbled around…snapping photos…calling that husband of hers…

Hearts heavy…as Old Blue rode away…been with us a long time…the news not good…the brakes…fixable…the rusted hole the size of the Grand Canyon in the frame…a death trap…it had become time…11 years…190,000 miles…of fun…girl time…laughter…tears…ice cream…cheeseballs…every facet of life’s grand adventures…

To say…good bye…
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Thanks for the memories Old Blue…life won’t be the same…without you…

And those daughters of mine…agree…