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Goodbye Bucky. You have been good to me. I will never forget you. They way you would break down on the side of the freeway at midnight. The way I fondly placed surfing stickers all over you so it would seem that you were just my "surfing car" and my real car was simply in the shop. The way you smelled moldy for a week after it rained for five minutes. The way your seat belt would never buckle so I was driving illegally for a year. The way your air conditioning was the best air conditioning I have ever known. The way your treated me when I napped between classes. The way you were missing a hubcap. The way you started violently shaking if I went over 65 on the freeway, and why my parents loved you for that. You were an automatic way to ensure my parents that I would not and could not speed. I loved how you were a woody wanna-a-be. How you were 20 years old and still would haul my entire family with all of our bags, including all 10 bags Kirsi always brings. How your heater never worked and dad had to buy me one. How I could never completely get the dog hair out of you. They way you would take me and all my friends on a road trip and save us from having to take a sobriety test from the cops. (thats another post) The way your trunk had to be propped up with a stick to keep it from smacking me in the head. How your gas gauge would lie to me and say half when it was truly empty. Bucky where ever you are in car heaven, know that I will miss you and you will never be able to be replaced. (but when you are it will be with a newer, working, car.) Bucky you have been well loved and will continue to hold a place in our hearts.
R.I.P. Bucky Kentucky
