i would like to share with you someone who has given me great joy, my car, jetta. jetta was a beautiful, fun, safe, comfortable and authentic automobile. however, in keeping up with her authenticity, jetta was also impractical. jetta was a diva. she demanded to be high class and worked only with premium gasoline, imported german parts and special german tools. despite her impracticality, jetta and i had a magical life together.
jetta and i met when i was eighteen. my dad helped me find and buy her. he will miss the vw rockstar too. jetta took me all over, from san diego, california to kennebunkport, maine. she had no limits. in fact, me owning a gorgeous german ride is why rich married me. fact: during our first
conversation, after learning that rich served a mission in germany, i
promptly told him that my car was german (wink-wink). after discovering our serendipitous crazy commonality, rich knew he had to have this girl and the german jetta in his life too, so he married me and branded both of us with his name. i owe my new title and unborn children to her. sadly, this black beauty and i ended our relationship when her ABS and check engine lights made her fail the state emissions test. i do not blame her though. i blame the mechanic who would not fix everything for free. i now own a honda accord that can never fill the void she has left in my life. maybe someday a black caymen porsche will make that void more tolerable...but for now, i can only say thanks for the love and life she gave.
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