Well Mobile, Van is back and it is time for you to go.
I will always remember the times that we had together. Driving down the road like the Little Engine that Could... Every time I thought you were about to give out you surprised me again surging forth with new vigor. It was often like a automotive dance that we would do together...quick quick sloooow, quick quick sloooow.
I will always remember how proud that I was when we would pull up in the bank drive through and you were so loud that the sound of your engine would echo off of the building. Everyone would stare, full of envy and jealousy wanting to be me. I am sorry for the times that we would have to go to the Walgreens drive-thru and I would have to turn you off so the pharmacist could hear me. They did not understand you as I do.
Please forgive me for when I lost faith in you. That cold night when we were going to get pizza and you just stopped. I was not taking care of you as I should have. You were out of gas. I didn't realize it right away, I just thought that The Little Engine had danced its last dance with me. I walked 4 blocks home, carrying my three pizzas with tears in my eyes. Thinking you would be towed to the cold, dark, lonely junkyard.
Mobile, I hope you find comfort in the fact that Van will be here to take care of us now. I hear that there is another family waiting for you. So tomorrow you go home. Then off again to someone else. I will send you off with a full tank of gas, and a tear in my eye.
I will always remember the lessons that you taught me. How you humbled me. As well as the kindness and generosity your true owners showed me.
Drive on Mobile, drive on.
