He was my ticket to freedom over a decade ago. A 16 year old with wheels - better watch out. With his shiny white coat and gold trim, he was easy to find at all hours of the night as I perennially forgot where I'd parked. He saw me through thick and thin as I drove and then lived halfway across the country.Lately, we'd drifted apart as I moved to the very pedestrian and car unfriendly Boston/Cambridge area... Yet, this would have been the last few great years of a fruitful partnership. And I feel like I've been neglectful... As, sadly, this is the beginning of the end for the White Stallion...
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