Subject: If my body was a car
If my body was a car, this is the time I would be thinking about trading it in
for a new 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 Austin-Healey; now they look more like my mother's old Buick.
My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging.
Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Ben & Jerry's 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 soooo 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 reaction 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. I'm burning fuel at an
inefficient rate.
But here's the worst of it -almost every time I sneeze or cough, my radiator
seems to leak and sometimes my tail pipe sounds off.
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