Dear Range Rover,
The time has come to say goodbye. It is a sad moment for me. You’ve always been there for me. You’ve been reliable. You look so cool. From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I feel in love. We’ve been everywhere together. We’ve traveled up and down California, across the desert to Nevada, through Arizona and Utah. You’ve never left me stranded. I could always count on you. Only once did I have to change my plans when you didn’t feel well. I met you when you were six. Now, you’re twelve. You still look so beautiful. I’m sad to have to let you go. You’ve become a financial burden. I wish I could afford to keep you, but I can’t. There will never be another car like you. We had some fun times. But now they are over. I will miss you.
August 8th, 2007 in
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I actually wasn’t prepared to read that. It made me cry. I have loved our Range Rover too. I really thought it was way too much money for a car, but it has been such a wonderful experience.
I simply remember watching other cars stuck on the ice and snow of the roads to Mammoth. Watching cars spinning out of control, and others stopped on the edge of the road, trying in the worst weather ever to get on their chains. Your beautiful car just drove by smiling, with a gentle curtsy to the other cars, and puttered on up the mountain to the warm safety of the lodge. Amazingly in the snow, she always went barefoot, the graceful lady that she is, never even needing to stop to put on her clunky chain snow shoes.
I.M. Rong