Walking to my parking spot last week, I got a memory of you. What I saw was so overwhelmingly familiar that there was only one thing that could come to mind.
I wondered if it reminded me of you cause I might miss you, but that was definatly not it. I was happy to trade up.
I wondered if it was because we used to share moments like the one i was watching, and I knew that was why I thought of you.
As I watched the man scrape the inside of his windshield i thought about that winter I drove you when the heater died and you sprayed mist on the inside of the windsheild. I thought about how i scraped both inside and out and wiped while driving. Fond memories of the tar and beer can floor flooded me and i had to keep walking. your axle is broken now and you are only able to keep on rusting. good bye tempo
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i have vague memories of that car, it got us to some good keggers...
thank god you upgraded, those UW fake police might have still been looking for you to pay up on the parking tickets if you hadn't changed plates.
Amy
Rest in Peace Red Tempo.
ahhh here's to the tempo. RIP along with my sundance...and the olds' too
A moment of silence to the Tempo :)
Great post :)
i love learning about people's old crappy cars. at the time you have them, you dream about upgrading, but after upgrading... it just isn't the same... cause you can't abuse your new car like your old one.
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