Posted in A.M. News on December 23rd, 2008 by beans
<——That was my car which burned to the ground after combusting. Suffice it to say, my 2007 Fleet colored Ford Taurus SEL left us this past Friday amongst our foot of snow. I have driven three cars in the past and this was by far my nicest and best car to date, (so I believed).
EULOGY FOR MY WHIP “Can I Please Get A Moment Of Silence”
You were a vehicle that I could really call my own. My iPod fit so snug in the cup holder and played with fierce volume except heading to Detroit right around the Caniff Exit. (IDK why, but for about a 1/2 mile you always flaked there; perhaps an old flame). You also helped me hear mixes of songs to make sure everything was appropriate, and your speakers never blew; not to mention I had many an inspiration amongst our conversations together. You had such a remarkable sense of humor, and the police never thought twice about starting any shit with you. You were a beautiful and inconspicuous vehicle to get to and from watering holes, and a safe way of travel for my loved ones.
Your plush leather interior and wood grain console were matched by many, yet outshined every vehicle I had known. Your outdoor keypad never let me lock my keys in like the other ladies did. Even your MPGs on the Taurus were solid when gas was $4 and credit was the only way to keep you moving. I kept your oil fresh, so you could be as sharp as the day we met, and clean as a whistle just how you liked to be treated.
You loved me and I recipricated. We had plenty of road trips as well as other things inside your 4-doors, but you never told me your name. You were just ‘the ride’ to me. Tomorrow you will be carried off to a better place by Mr. Insurance Company and be inspected for my settlement, but I wish you never burned to flames.
We have only been together for little over a year which is more than most relationships of mine have lasted, and we had a bright future ahead of us. You held A.M. merchandise and my bowling shoes with such poise only a pro could handle. We met in November 2007, and you will be laid to rest in December 2008. Thank you for getting us to shows in a prompt and effortless manner.
You had never shown any weakness until this dreaded winter Friday in which you lost your life in battle. You fought with every ounce of strength until your demise. Your tires were bald like the hairline of an old man, and a shovel was not strong enough to dig you out of your rut. You fire was small at first. As your exterior burned, your interior slowly melted much like your steering wheel and seats, I knew it was too late. I tried not to let nature take its’ toll on you, but I lost the fight. Most of all Fleet Taurus, you didn’t kill me when our whole world exploaded around eachother.
From me to you-You shall be missed.






