Americans have a love affair with their cars...when they first buy them. They wash them. They polish them. They brag about them to their friends. But after a while, various things can happen. The styles change. Personal needs change. The bloom is gone from the flower, and the cars find themselves abandoned along the roadside. While traveling the back roads for my job, I came across some of these cars sitting in tall grass, with sale signs on them.
These are not necessarily abandoned, broken down heaps, with dents, and damage, but even though they have "For Sale" signs on them, and phone numbers, they are vacated in places where the weather and rodents can take their toll. Every day they sit make their worth a little less so. The love we once had for them is now lost.
Let me present two Pontiac Fieros. They aren't made any more, but I guess, in their time, they were quite the sporty cars, and very much appreciated. Makes you wonder what the story is behind them. If they could talk, what would they say? Who loved them and left them?
These are not necessarily abandoned, broken down heaps, with dents, and damage, but even though they have "For Sale" signs on them, and phone numbers, they are vacated in places where the weather and rodents can take their toll. Every day they sit make their worth a little less so. The love we once had for them is now lost.
Let me present two Pontiac Fieros. They aren't made any more, but I guess, in their time, they were quite the sporty cars, and very much appreciated. Makes you wonder what the story is behind them. If they could talk, what would they say? Who loved them and left them?
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