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Do you remember your first car?
Your first passport to freedom, in the form of four wheels and an engine, would take you so very far.
All the value in it halved when the rubber hit the road.
You didn't care though, you only wanted to see how far you would go.
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The feel of the leather in your hands as the wheel glided through as you rounded the corners.
The joy felt from the rumble of the frame when your engine could prove to be a top performer.
A heated room and a cool place to escape the heat in the summer.
Your sound system would tear down the road like the sounds of thunder.
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You made sure never to blunder your shifts, as you were swift when you had to do so.
You tried so hard to forget how many times you stalled and the arguments you had when you felt you had no place to go.
The drive-in became a sacred place of entertainment, as did the open road.
Until you discovered traffic for the first time, in which you hoped you would have moved faster somehow you drove a commode.
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A push was sometimes needed when you left the lights on overnight.
Who would be paying for gas between others would sometimes resort to a fight.
You were satisfied with having this ride to yourself, polished and picked to suit you.
So many stories you can tell when you were behind the wheel and all of them are true.
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Until the day comes when they don't start anymore.
To the crusher, they go to be melted down and put into new metals for new memories to be formed on dealership floors.
I kept some of the parts nearby and recall a few stories of my own with tears in my eyes.
So, what do you say? Want to drive?
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