It's a beautiful, spring-like Saturday morning. I don't usually blog on Saturdays... I'm not usually at such a high-functioning level at 9am on a Saturday. Today, however, I was woken by the sound of a chainsaw... or hacksaw... or circular saw... some sort of loud saw that they're using to crowd yet one more house into the development I've lived in for the last 20 years. [I grew up building forts in the trees and riding my bike in the woods behind my house... now all of that wilderness is gone and all that's left is a cheaper version of the Stepford colony]. So now I'm up, drinking coffee.
But I digress. The reason I'm here this morning is to bid a fond and sad farewell to the memory of The Probe. My parents will be trading it in for a whole $500 (they bargained up from $200) off on their new Honda Accord (boring) today. The last few months with the Probe have been rocky - she no longer runs the way she once did. But she was a valiant soldier, a trooper, and took good care of me. We've been together since my senior year of High School, and she never let me down. Her paint is faded, the molding has fallen off... the shocks are shot, the windshield wiper sprayers don't work, the combination switch is broken, her brakes are bad... okay I'll stop. But you get the point. Regardless, I have many fond memories, and I know that the people close to me do too. So I ask you today to take a moment and spare a kind thought in memory of The Probe. We loved her.
I hope she gets auctioned off to the demolition derby like Lindsay's Shadow did. I bet she'd win.
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