So long my friend....

From the moment I heard about you, I lusted for you. You were exactly what I was looking for: fun and sunny, interminably cute without being ostentatious, a whole lot of fun to be around. You never failed to please nor protested wildly when things were not always so bright. You were the envy of men and women alike, young and old. Nary could a passer-by ever see you without casting a friendly gaze, a warm smile and even a wave.
Your good looks attracted many who just wanted to be around you as well as the few who sought to hurt you in a jealous fit of envy. Scars left deep and visible.
You were always with me and we went to many places together. You always my faithful companion; sometimes being with you was uncomfortable but we never failed to reach or destination. We shared nine good years of companionship and dare I say it “love”.
Lately, it’s been difficult for the both of us. Neglect and lack of attention on my part weighed heavily on us. And so my friend, I bid you farewell. It’s time we both moved on. You to someone else who will cherish you as much as I have and you will reward them with years of smiles just like you rewarded me.
Shakespeare was right, parting is such sweet sorrow but we both know it’s time to go.



And so it was, two weekends ago, I bid farewell to my beloved car. I watched sadly as that fellow from Gatineau loaded him up on trailer and hauled him off. I turned to have a final glance as the trailer rounded the corner and I could see Bullit’s shiny body disappearing down the street. The weather was cold and dreary; pathetic fallacy no doubt!


Sigh, how is that we become so emotionally attached to inanimate things? I will always fondly remember the 9 years I had Silver Bullit.