So, the Mallow is officially gone. I'm sad. It was the perfect photographer's car-- huge back for easy storage of equipment, and it wasn't too high like it would have been in an SUV (i'm short). it was perfect. It even had a storage place that was kinda hidden so if I needed to leave my camera for a bit it would be safe. * There are some good memories in that car. Here's to you, The Mallow:
I love that you looked like an alien.
You were big and beautiful.
People always asked me why you weren't named Ted.
You always told me i was a pretty cool girl (we both know that is what PCG on the license plate stood for!)
I'm glad you weren't, because then I wouldn't be reminded of The Sandlot every day.
You were with me in the snow. And you didn't get mad when I drove you into a trash can once on the way to Trina's house to study for Women's Studies.
You didn't mind when Nick banged into your console and broke it.
You sang along to the music (because the wheel cover in the back broke and it was sooo noisy without it).
You took me to Cirque du Soleil.
You let me still feel like I was in Virginia because I had those stickers on the windshield.
You tricked me about your safety key (and I thought I was going to be killed at that scary truck stop, you're such a kidder).
You took me and T to Portland on our first trip together.
You brought me and T to the hospital to have W.
You brought home W.
You took me to camp and across the country. Remember the Garden of Eden and the Cathedral of the Plains?
You didn't mind when I cried both times I got tickets (in stupid Sandy and by the Virginia Highway Patrol on the way to T's parents).
You had stars upon thars! (even though I am not the one that supported, or was a member of the virginia sherrif's association).
You had lumbar support. Thank you for that.
I'm sorry that you were crying because you didn't see me everyday after W was born. I didn't know. You poor thing, you died from feeling unloved. Being all cried out (aka completely out of oil), can do that, I guess.
And last, but not least, you were the first thing I could mark that I graduated.
Thanks, The Mallow. You were a great car.
I love that you looked like an alien.
You were big and beautiful.
People always asked me why you weren't named Ted.
You always told me i was a pretty cool girl (we both know that is what PCG on the license plate stood for!)
I'm glad you weren't, because then I wouldn't be reminded of The Sandlot every day.
You were with me in the snow. And you didn't get mad when I drove you into a trash can once on the way to Trina's house to study for Women's Studies.
You didn't mind when Nick banged into your console and broke it.
You sang along to the music (because the wheel cover in the back broke and it was sooo noisy without it).
You took me to Cirque du Soleil.
You let me still feel like I was in Virginia because I had those stickers on the windshield.
You tricked me about your safety key (and I thought I was going to be killed at that scary truck stop, you're such a kidder).
You took me and T to Portland on our first trip together.
You brought me and T to the hospital to have W.
You brought home W.
You took me to camp and across the country. Remember the Garden of Eden and the Cathedral of the Plains?
You didn't mind when I cried both times I got tickets (in stupid Sandy and by the Virginia Highway Patrol on the way to T's parents).
You had stars upon thars! (even though I am not the one that supported, or was a member of the virginia sherrif's association).
You had lumbar support. Thank you for that.
I'm sorry that you were crying because you didn't see me everyday after W was born. I didn't know. You poor thing, you died from feeling unloved. Being all cried out (aka completely out of oil), can do that, I guess.
And last, but not least, you were the first thing I could mark that I graduated.
Thanks, The Mallow. You were a great car.
*I'm not advocating leaving your camera in your car, but sometimes there are times, if you know what I mean.
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