Ahhhhhhhh, it feels so good to be back in my own car.
I know the Rodeo is 13 years old, and its not very pretty to look at - but we understand each other. It's a part of me. From the white scratch on the front bumper (because I'm an idiot) to the grateful dead sticker on the rear window - it is MY car. The parking break doesn't work that great. The cup holder is totally useless. The back hatch damn near decapitates anyone that tries to open it, but I love it. Its going to be a sad day when that car retires permanently. Until then, I pledge to live life to its fullest and enjoy every moment I have with my car. Til death do us part. . . . . Or maybe not. Cars probably go to heaven, right?
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