#SOL14 Thanks, Matilda

Dear Matilda,

For five years, we've braved the elements, traffic jams,

avoiding accidents, crazy drivers,

more than two hours every day. 

I've marveled at your ability

to achieve 50 miles per gallon status,

your dislike of gas stations.

I'll remember that day,

way back when you were a wee Babe

 when I tried (in vain) to protect your hood

 from the hail stones that left, forever, 

pock marks on your bright red hood.

I'll remember those icy nights on the Taconic

 when you found the strength to climb past those cars

with spinning tires to take me safely home.  

I'll remember that icy morning on the Saw Mill 

 when you found the power to self correct

 as we did a 360 going down that icy hill

to take me safely to work.

I'll remember those sad trips,

when those I loved passed away.

I'll remember the happy trips

to see a new house, to shop for a special dress.

I'll miss your great cup holders,

your courageous entrances onto busy highways,

your bodacious display of your MPG.  

 I know that in spite of your German roots,

you were well named

 after the Roald Dahl character who like you,

did things that just did not seem possible! 

I wish I could keep you

for another 150,000 miles or more; 

but at this point in my life,

I need creature comforts, great mileage, 

a car with four new, round, smooth-riding-rims,

a car without a regularly-reappearing-check-engine-light.

I'll miss you, I really will.

I hope your retirement job, 

whether it be in construction of with a college student,

 is a good one with less stress, 

that will allow you to go for a run each morning 

as you have grown used to doing.  

I'll regret you only got to the beach once, 

but I hope that you have many adventures ahead.  

Thank you for waking up in the dark, 

taking me wherever I needed to go,

and most importantly for keeping me safe.

Fondly, like a great book,

with lingering memories,

I will remember you.