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August 4, 2011

old hard worker puts it in park

Take a moment tonite and think about your favorite car. The one you wish you could have afforded to keep running forever but things were falling apart and the boss wanted you there on time most mornings and it wasn’t happening.

For me she was the bearded lady, a 1983 Ford F250. My first diesel. Two tone brown and creme in color. An older woman, full of experience and mystery.

Locke, Rusty Sunshine’s pal, had taken over replacing split hoses, worn seals and fluid in the radiator about a year ago.

Apparently the back roads to La Honda are dangerous, a headlight to headlight collision took her from us in an instant. Not totaled, Locke hasn’t had a valid drivers license for years so it got towed.

She was auctioned to cover storage fees, so keep your eyes open. There’s hope someone will see the magic and keep her rolling. If not, her memory lives on here.

1 Comment

  1. Oh no! How sad!

    Comment by dastard — August 5, 2011 @ 6:31 am

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