Once upon a time it was a proud piece of machinery, chewing up the miles, carrying a heavy work load. Somebody lavished attention on it especially when new, cruised the village main, showing it off, or just booted it down some dirt road, with the girlfriend squealing and hanging on for dear life as the engine roared, the gears meshed and the transmission hummed with power.
Look at it now. Parts cannibalized, just a few broken pieces of rusty iron left. The memories are forgotten too. And the young man who drove it is probably no better shape than this, ready for the scrap heap. Sad really.
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It's rather sad. Lesson to us all.
Once upon a time it was a proud piece of machinery, chewing up the miles, carrying a heavy work load. Somebody lavished attention on it especially when new, cruised the village main, showing it off, or just booted it down some dirt road, with the girlfriend squealing and hanging on for dear life as the engine roared, the gears meshed and the transmission hummed with power.
Look at it now. Parts cannibalized, just a few broken pieces of rusty iron left. The memories are forgotten too. And the young man who drove it is probably no better shape than this, ready for the scrap heap. Sad really.
Oh, you are soooo close my friend, sooo close to guessing the truth!! Pretty much everything but the last part!
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