It's been 20 years since I got ol Bessie the SUV. She has been a lot of places and carried a lot of things... from grand kids and dogs to hay bales, calves to camping gear, scarecrows to furniture, lawn mowers to shot guns, saddles to high heels, and wattles to waders. She never has carried a goat.
She has on board enough stuff to stay back of beyond for a week, and a secret cubbie or two.
She has worn her American flag and Navy Corpsman's Granny stickers with pride.
We have shared a few dings and scars along the road. Both of our headliners are starting to sag. She likes an extra shot of oil on occasion, but she doesn't smoke, and has never quit on me.
I just figured we would go on together, two ol gals facing into the wind, with a ribbon of open road ahead of us. But change is the only constant.
Unbeknownst to me Santa (Dad) got me a new ride. He said it was well deserved. I'm not to sure about that. I picked it up the other day. It's shiny, has lots of bells and whistles, and hauls ass. I haven't known it long enough to name.
I can't afford two vehicles, so ol Bessie will continue her journey with someone else. Hopefully, someone who will be kind to a spirited ol gal, likes the windows rolled down, and to sing along with Waylon and Willie.
