Poor Bob is Dead (Maybe)

Please listen to this link in another tab as you read this. Replace the words "Poor Jud is dead, Poor Jud Fry is dead" to "Poor Bob is dead, poor Bob Car is dead." It will greatly enhance your experience.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9esNl4VmME

Bob is my car. A 1988 Toyota Camry, passed down through the family for years, a good and faithful addition to our life. However, while he was transporting me from point A to point B (which is Bob's only real purpose for his existence, for he can't do much more than move in his frail condition) something happened to him. I am not quite sure how or why he broke, but Bob is old. I have figured he is the equivalent to about a 147 year old man. This was calculated very scientifically, and I must say accurately, since a car's life is about the same as a dog's, and a dog has about 7 years to every human year. So, considering Bob's shockingly old age, he has done phenomenally well, and I suppose something is allowed to go wrong in him every now and then.

Well, one of Bob's bodily functions went wrong on Saturday night, for now he cannot drive. He can move into all of the different gears, but it's like Bob is stuck in neutral. I've tried driving in first, second, and reverse. And nothin'. Soon, when I have time to attend to him, I will take him to the repair shop and hopefully they will get Bob movin' again. Though, it might be more worth it just to let him go. You've gotta do that sometimes. Let go of the ones you love. *tear*

It was quite the experience trying to move Bob back to my apartment parking lot. Jen was kind enough to tow Bob, with me steering in the back. Well, she had a ridiculously enjoyable time pulling my car. I, and I'm sure Bob as well, were absolutely terrified! I couldn't even see the pavement between us and I was supposed to just let us coast behind her at 20 mph. Holy cow!! In the end though we all survived, and Bob is safe and resting at our home sweet home. All in all, it was a crazy time having Bob slowly go dead.