The relationship between a man and his vehicle is a funny thing. I can't even count the times I've crossed America in my Honda. Visited all 50 states. Most of them more then once. Endless memories. Great memories, but today it's time to say goodbye.
Goodbye Ol' Rosie. My ode to a sweet ride.
Rosie,
Because of you, my friends all made fun of me. They said you weren’t a beauty like Mercedez. But you were beautiful to me. They said you didn’t have the curves like Lexus. But you still did it for me. You didn’t turn heads like Aston. But you always seemed to catch me staring.
We’ve been together for the better part of the last four years. And it seemed as though you liked it? During that time, you’ve taken me places that most will never see. Places most would never want to see. From the frozen tundra of Wisconsin, to the stifling swamps of Louisiana, you never once complained.
You embraced me when I had severe food poisoning after eating 2-day-old bbq ribs from Kansas City. I should have went to the hospital, but knew you would take better care of me. You were my chariot, to, and from Colorado for my wedding. I know you know that I love you. But it couldn’t have been easy to be involved in that? Giving me away to another. After all that we’ve been through.
I’m a filthy person. You’re not. So the life I gave you just isn’t fair. Even worse, I didn’t ask your permission before inviting a hairy beast into your place. Where he too moved in, and began shedding, and drooling all over you. Again, not one complaint.
It probably seems like I use you for money? Especially after I ripped out your insides. Making way for my two other loves, cameras and strobes. Does it feel like I cheated on you? I hope not. I don’t care that I wasn’t your first. We’ve all got pasts. And we never would have met each other if it weren’t for that.
The way I treated you, undoubtedly caused your premature aging. I pushed you hard. Harder then anyone else would. Hopefully you know that my intentions were good? If it weren’t for you, I would not be where I am today. We developed a trust that came from pushing. Which is why you are where you are today. I am sorry. But I can’t take it back, and I don’t think you want me to?
What we had was amazing. But it’s time to move on. The trust is no longer there, but it’s not your fault. Some things just aren’t forever. You won’t be missed my many, but you’ll be missed by me.
Goodbye Ol' Rosie.
RH
