2003-06-26 - 10:37 a.m.
The great white Victoria is returning to the earth. She stutters a little along with the waviness in her voice. Her legs grow less steady by the day, I'm afraid she might run into something and get hurt. The doctor could fix her temporarily, but she's old and tired and it might be a waste of money.
I don't want to loose her on the one hand; on the other, I'm exited about a new girl to ride. Her fat old carcass is growing more and more laborious to lug around; oh, dreams of a zippy 'lita.
For now we are stuck with each other, my foot on her bottom deeper and deeper as the days pass. I'll sink in her crushed velvet seats and peer through the cracked windshield at the snickers and touts from new lady owners with no respect for the rusted.
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