Monday, October 7, 2013

The Dragon

The family GMC suburban has been with us since 1994, through thick and thin, carrying everything from cats to 14 people at once. It's been in all weather, eaten by dogs, in accidents, broken down, and had McDonald's pies thrown at its butt. It's been host to an entourage of art students singing along with Journey on its shitty radio. It's flown over 210,000 miles and will keep flying until the day it dies, and its funeral will be one last drive into a volcano so that it may return from whence it came. It is nicknamed 'the Dragon.'

It may look like a car, but this is what it feels like.

No comments:

Post a Comment