
Last weekend, I donated the old Toyota Corolla to Goodwill. It had been sitting happily in the parking lot of my apartment complex, catching the warm Arizona sun, living the high life, until my apartment management got jealous of its lavish lifestyle and threatened to tow it away. So I thought it was time I bid adieu to my old friend. Even though I hadn't driven it for over a year, it was still sad to watch it being loaded to the back of the tow truck. After all, it had been with our family for nearly a decade. It helped my brother, Ali and I through college. During rough times, I could always count on it to be there for me. It may not always run, but at least it was there. Every trip in it was an adventure, you never knew when the car was going to stall or when the engine will over heat. Ali had named it "Boxter", not because it ran like a Porche Boxter but basically, because it was a giant box with wheels. Yeah, that car really was special.
Goodbye old friend, we had some good times together, but then again, all good things must come to an end.
And it seems to me you lived your lifeLike a Corolla in the windNever knowing if the engine will turn on
Or when the door will let us in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a college kidYour carburetor burned out long beforeYour chassis ever did