My New Car

Have been driving a yellow jeep for the last 4 years...a four wheeled little number named Sweet Agnes. She had a lot of good qualities ...removal top so one could have one's very short thinning hair blow in the breeze...the color, bright yellow, to warn those that a granny was approaching and to get out of the way or take their chances...a way to get grand kids, and stuff down to our beach that is a drive on beach. Then this summer something happened...the girls had gotten bigger and the "extra" space had gotten smaller...boogie boards no longer fit....the cooler was too big and even the beach chair needed more space. Sweet Agnes had shrunk. As much as I loved her, not having trunk space was always an issue with us, but lately her horrible addiction to expensive gas was also causing us problems and tensions were building. She needed a younger driver, a thinner driver, a driver who could take her on muddy roads and overnight adventures....so I decided to trade her in.....for a sweet little blue number, a Prius hybrid by Toyota, which doesn't suck down gas, has plenty of room, including two trunk sections, and even a backup camera to keep me from hitting vacationing bicyclers who haven't been on bikes in years and are not only a danger to themselves but a danger to all drivers. The new car doesn't like sand between her treads...but she is willing to park close to a beach walk on and wait for me....so now I have to come up with a new name for her....she arrives at the end of the month, so meantime Sweet Agnes and myself are spending our last days together driving down to the beach and watching sunsets together. She understands and seems eager for her new adventure to begin....she is hoping for mountain trails, muddy holes and ruts, and open campfires...something this old lady couldn't provide her with. After four years I think she has waited long enough and I wish her well as she does

me and my name less new little blue number.