Ode to Charlotte
My Dear Charlotte, I am sorry, but our time has come to part. I never wanted it to end like this. I had so many plans for us, our life was just starting again out here in the West. There were so many places I wanted to take you...so many things to see. I am sorry, I have failed you, you will have to see them with someone else. Make sure that he does treat you well, and shows you the world, that I never could. I will never forget out last drive together. Before I got out to go inside, I laid your seat back and stared at the ceiling, void of all the buttons, but not of the memories that we have together. Thank you for all those times, Thank you for taking me safely to all those concerts to get all those buttons, and never complaining when I left you in the parking lot while I enjoyed the show. Thank you for obliging me everytime I made some poor passenger "car fly" with me. Thank you for making me feel like we were really flying. Thank you for taking me away those days that I just had to escape and have time alone, and you knew exactly where to go. Thank you for loving all the same music that I did and singing along with me at the top of out lungs. Thank you for those drive-in movie nights in Ruskin where you let all of us pile in the your bed to watch the movie, while you could only hear it. Thank you for being as adventuresome as I am and wanting to know what was around those facinating corners or down those unknown streets. Thank you also for being willing to do some dirty work too, and picking up hay and feed at the Feed Store for our animals at home. Thank you for listening to me cry for joy and with pain, and for wiping tears from my eyes with your steering wheel. Thank you for always being there and listening. Thank you for being part of my identity and making me a truck girl. Thank you for safely bringing me to Colorado and enduring that long trip three times. I am sorry we will never return to Florida together. I hope and pray that your new owners know what an extrodinary Truck and friend you are. If you ever feel abused, you know where I live, you are always welcome here Charlotte, dear. I will never forget you. Most do not forget their first car, but not many love them as dearly as I love you.