Moving on

Alternately titled "An ode to the Firefly"

Dear Firefly,
I drove you for many years.
Why?

Maybe it was for your cool looks. Nope, definately not that!

Maybe it was for your superb style. Nope definately not that!

Maybe it was for your large size. Nope, definately not that!


It was for your gas mileage. Less than $30 got me more than 400 kms.

It was for your reliability. A solid 8 years with little more repairs than a muffler (3 times).

It was for your practicality. Dad help the deed. Nana held the loan.



And now, it's time to say goodbye. I'll miss those low payments. I'll miss the fact that I can fit in any parking spot ever created. I'll miss that you start to shake when I drive over 110 - oh wait, no I won't miss that. I'll miss that I was the brunt of many jokes - the wheelbarrow, the small tires - oh wait, no I won't miss that either.

The only time I missed you was in the few minutes between dropping you off and going to get the new wheels. Sorry!