Dearest Golden Chariot,
Over the years I have put up with your extended hood and your loud engine, but no more! I was willing to move past all your faults as long as you took me where I needed to go. Now, you have let me down again. After all the love I have given you, you can’t even drive me home after a long rainy day at work. Shame on you Golden Chariot! Though you may not be dead yet, you will be if you don’t get your act together. Don’t think you can’t be easily replaced, because you can. I have already started looking. Farewell my old car.
Love,
Julia
jmarenstam
