Obit to a Midget:
Sadly, Boneyard went to his final rusting place this morning. The weather
provided an appropriate backdrop for the short service. Overcast and very cool,
the funeral tow vehicle reached the auto graveyard shortly before noon. After
reviewing Boneyard's death certificate, the Minister of the Yard accepted him
for disposal on the pile of the damned. With a nod of his head and some softly
spoken words his assistant fired up the frontend loader. Respectfully, he slid
the lift forks under Boneyard's ravaged body. In a smooth practiced manner
Boneyard was gently lifted from the trailer and rolled into the wasteland...
Boneyard had a remarkable life. Starting off as a brand spanking new 1976
Midget, he spent his early years in the lap of luxury. He was groomed on a
regular basis and driven with zest. As he aged he fell into the domestic rut of
everyday drudgery as a daily driver that only received the bare minimum
maintenance. After many years of reliable service, he coasted into retirement
(when his brakes went out). The nursing home was warm and dry but he was rarely
visited by his owner... The undetected cancer grew until it was hopeless. Those
who viewed Boneyard during his last year only whispered the "R" word in his
presence. Boneyard somehow knew though. He signed his donor card just before
his fuel pump gave out!
Heroic attempts to revive him with a fresh battery were unsuccessful. Boneyard
gave up the ghost. His memory shall live on from coast to coast through the
parts that he provided. At least he did not go in vain. Anything that was
salvageable was harvested before his final road trip. His wracked remains,
though a pitiful sight, still proudly said "LBC".
I for one, shall miss busting my knuckles on him. May he rust in peace.
Kent
1960 Bugeye
1978 Midget
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