If my body were a truck, this is the time I would be thinking about trading
it
in for a newer model. I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish
and my paint job is getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it.
My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as sleek as
a little vette; now they look more like an old Buick.
My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging. Seat
belts? I gave up all belts when Krispy Cremes opened a shop in my
neighborhood!
Air bags? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my eyes. Not
counting the saddlebags, of course.
I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many places and
seen many things, but when's the last time an appraiser factored life
experiences against depreciation?
My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up
close.
My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and
bump into things even in the best of weather.
My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.
It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed.
My fuel rate burns inefficiently.
But here's the worst of it - almost every time I sneeze, cough or
sputter.....either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!
Jon
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