The Old Mazda

The old Mazda is starting to show her age. She doesn't climb hills like she used to. She rattles. She shakes. She squeeks and creaks. Her horn sounds like a dying goose. She's got enough dings and dents, scrapes and scratches to make me say she used to be a nice truck-- but not anymore.

Please don't think I'm complaining she's still a great truck. She's firmly entrenched as my second favorite vehicle of all time. And come to think of it, this afternoon I was driving around town with five adults, seven kids, one baby, four bikes, a soccer ball, and a dog. We were pretty loaded down and the Mazda drove like she was new-- not a rattle, not shake, not a sqeak, not a creak.

I guess she just needs a load on her back to drive straight. Maybe we all do.