In Memory Of

RIP Queen Mercedes S430

You have been a good car.

But your days were quickly getting numbered.

It is finally time to pass you on

to your next life.

Please take no offense.

We simply could no longer appease

your high maintenance demands.

In honor of your memory, I compiled a list of my favorite features:

• Your tank like build. You must be the only car existing that wasn't made from a plastic mold. You really are made of steal. I especially loved how you protected us and smashed the car that rear ended us without you even getting a bump or scratch.
• Your huge roomy interior. We could easily fit about 15 clowns inside you. And if you counted trunk space, then at least 42 clowns.
• Your need for only the finest quality lifestyle. I loved that you wouldn't settle to drink just any peasant oil. You had to have synthetic oil. You wouldn't take anything less than a $150 oil change to suppress your high end appetite. On that note, sorry I never adhered to a regular oil change schedule.
• Your ability to speak to me. Literally. I loved the way that you would ooh, ahh & squeak every time I stepped inside you or drove you over a bump. I tried to quiet your voice, but then realized how much it cost to muzzle you.
• Your soft supple leather interior seats. So soft in fact that they even rip as easy as tissue paper. I especially loved driving around the last 5 months with shredded torn leather under my butt. Did wonders for my pride. Then when I found out how much it cost to repair them, I just wanted to hug your gold digging self.
• And the final straw, Your determination to keep me in one place. I loved your ambition (some call it stubbornness) to slow down my busy life by not easily allowing me to move your gear shift from "Park" into "Drive". This especially taught me patience and faith. My prayers have doubled in the last month. Pleading with you and God each time I needed to move you. I have *especially* loved the additional dent to my pride when I had to explain to the mechanic and/or oil change man and/or car salesman and/or ANY other person why I had to leave you in neutral, with the park brake on, with the ignition key still in. I was simply trying to avoid another emotional meltdown by you or myself when I struggled for 5 minutes to shove you into "drive".

As I sit back and reminiscence about all of our good times together, I remembered this shining moment as well.

http://harbeckhub.blogspot.com/2009/07/tow-truck-anyone.html

Dear Queen Mercedes, you will be missed. But it's time we moved on. I'm sure you have been amused with our family and enjoyed your rare stint in the toddler scene. But now we return you back to where you truly belong. The 60+ year old age bracket. Go leisurely enjoy your golden years at the swanky Golf Club without having kids climb all over you.

In the mean time, we have opted for a smaller more age appropriate car. I can now fit in with my friends without being judged that I tried to impress them by borrowing my grandparents car.