Picture taken today before the trip to the alignment shop. New rack bushing and Rodney's lowering ball joints caused the need for alignment. Car sure doesn't look an inch lower in the front. Still sits high in the front, but seems nearly level now that alignment has been done.
These have not been good times for Tangerine Dream or me.
Reflecting my mood and present state of affairs, her image is appropriately out of focus and absent of natural light. She sits alone in the unkempt, darkened garage, her only company is a still unistalled Fi 355 nose whose constant grin seems to mock her sad state. She has a dead battery, a tank full of stale fuel and to add insult to injury, a forgotten bulk package of toilet paper resting on her nose. Piles of storage boxes, hastily used and forgotten tools, appliances and other detrius of life encircle her like a shabby prison. .
These have not been good times for Tangerine Dream or me. It has been well over a year since she and I last felt the wind of the open road and the taste of freedom away from daily worries. Her beautiful color now dulled by a layer of dust she looks forlorn and faded and yet she never fails to smile at me every time I happen into the garage. She looks eagerly at me and says, "Today?, Will today be the day you once again show me the love and care you once did? Will today be the day we fly along the roads again in a blaze of color and noise and laughter? Today?"
I stop for a moment, look at her, and think, "No, not today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe this weekend, Maybe when......" I hit the light switch, close the door and walk away and she is soon once again forgotten.
These have not been good times for Tangerine Dream or me.
Maybe tomorrow............
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[This message has been edited by randye (edited 05-03-2012).]
These have not been good times for Tangerine Dream or me.
Reflecting my mood and present state of affairs, her image is appropriately out of focus and absent of natural light. She sits alone in the unkempt, darkened garage, her only company is a still unistalled Fi 355 nose whose constant grin seems to mock her sad state. She has a dead battery, a tank full of stale fuel and to add insult to injury, a forgotten bulk package of toilet paper resting on her nose. Piles of storage boxes, hastily used and forgotten tools, appliances and other detrius of life encircle her like a shabby prison. .
These have not been good times for Tangerine Dream or me. It has been well over a year since she and I last felt the wind of the open road and the taste of freedom away from daily worries. Her beautiful color now dulled by a layer of dust she looks forlorn and faded and yet she never fails to smile at me every time I happen into the garage. She looks eagerly at me and says, "Today?, Will today be the day you once again show me the love and care you once did? Will today be the day we fly along the roads again in a blaze of color and noise and laughter? Today?"
I stop for a moment, look at her, and think, "No, not today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe this weekend, Maybe when......" I hit the light switch, close the door and walk away and she is soon once again forgotten.
These have not been good times for Tangerine Dream or me.