...and felt an upwelling of love and admiration for it?
I was walking past Bessie, my old FSJ, after dealing with a wacky dome light that killed her battery overnight and I couldn't help but grin.
Despite all the rust, leaks, knocks, rattles, and gremlins hiding in her dusty, rusty old body I really love that machine!
Anybody else ever get that feeling or have I lost it?
I was walking past Bessie, my old FSJ, after dealing with a wacky dome light that killed her battery overnight and I couldn't help but grin.
Despite all the rust, leaks, knocks, rattles, and gremlins hiding in her dusty, rusty old body I really love that machine!
Anybody else ever get that feeling or have I lost it?
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