Probie

Fordonna "Probie" Geté, 1996-2009
   "For out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art,
      and unto dust shalt thou return,
         after a millenium in a junk yard somewheres."

My car died. Last month. Thanks for asking. It's been hard. It happened right before Christmas, which is the hardest time to lose a loved one. She was my first car. The godess that liberated me from public transportation. The wheels that allowed me to have a LDR in Ephraim...

When I bought her (10 years after her conception), she had just 20,000 miles. For most of her life, she was owned by a litte old couple who only took her out when they wanted to roll in style. I, on the other hand, drove her into the ground. As fast and as hard as possible.

I didn't pimp her out. Much. In the early days, my cousin told me I looked like an old man, driving Probie around without tinting. She was tinted immediately. A few weeks later, my friend Davey and I spent an entire day putting in a new deck and subwoofer. During that process, I also rewired the fog lights so they'd work without the headlights being up. Boy, did that get me da ladies. Man, they were ALLLL UP ONS...!! *shifty eyes*

But even MORE ons when I put in custom-made, furry seat covers. Probie was thenceforth known (affectionately) to have "the polar bear seats." *sigh* I'll miss her. Seperation anxiety is a b-- Oh!! I almost forgot!! I never told you how she died. Transmission failure. Time of death: 10:37 pm. Funeral services graciously provided by JunkMyCar.com.  (plug)

To be continued...                
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