Ode to the Protoge

Ode to the Protoge

How great my love for the car of my being!

It's silver casing and gray seatings.

A hundred-fifty thousand are under her wheels,

the motor purrs and the brakes squeal.

The traffic jams we've sat in for hours,

and the snow, hail, sleet, and showers.

The mounds of trash that covered the floor,

And don't forget the seats, the door.

Smells of leather, vanilla, and some rotten,

have graced the nostrils of many forgotten.

But still with joy I can proclaim:

you'll be my car until two thousand insane!?!

Posted on Tuesday, February 2, 2010 by Drew Johnson filed under

1. Bryant Dittmer wrote:: I miss the Protege.

I am one of the many forgotten who saw the trash, the many vanilla air fresheners and the faulty radio display. And my favorite.... the antenna in which you had to roll down your window to get reception.

I too hope to see you again in that car someday.
February 3, 2010 @ 9:23 AM
2. Josh Sadler wrote:: Oh the memories! One of my favorites in that car is a group of us blasting Neil Diamond from the speakers and singing at the top of our lungs.
February 3, 2010 @ 9:36 AM
3. Ruth wrote:: lol
February 3, 2010 @ 11:24 AM

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