Recently one morning I was driving to a meeting when I saw “The Fear”. The Fear is what I decided to name this late term abortion for that is the feeling it invoked in me. However, after pulling into a parking lot in front of a quick loan store I stared at it to…..
1: make sure I didn’t hear any screams coming from the inside, and…..
B: Marvel how it was still holding together.
After several moments I realized it was nothing more than the rust that had created a crusty outer shell, what I assume is not unlike a dinosaur fossil. I might also believe this because The Fear also has that reptilian shade of green to it as well.
I also appreciate the owner’s apparent understanding that when this sucker dies, it’s done. Check out the spare tire on the back:
It’s just that fossilized shell of what was once a backup plan.
The moral of the story is you don’t drive The FEAR, The FEAR drives you………..until it rusts out and stands as a monument for once was. When that happens, F’n run away!