So RDQLUS; 200k Miles and Running!

2 engines…
2 transmissions…
3 sets of tires…
2 stereos of full wicked beat-knocks…
infinite other repairs…

= 1 badass chariot!

It sounds trite, cliché and cheesy, but I wouldn't be who I am without my car. She was born in 1993, but I didn't meet her until 7 years later. And even then, she literally saved my life. I had purchased a "bucket" from a used car dealership and on a road-trip, that car left me stranded in -20º weather on I-29 on the frozen Great Plains. I almost died. Straight to the dealership, with them fearful of repercussions they quickly found me something better and slapped on a warranty to get cover their asses and keep from almost killing someone again. That's when I met her…

Now she didn't look so hot that first day, but as she saved my life, I vowed I'd always save hers. She's got a couple of nicknames, like the throwback play on words, "Atauri"—and her current, naughty-fun nickname, "Clee" (she's a "Taurus"… you can do the 'Sesame Street' word thing on your own). Fresh out of college, legitimately broke and without a place to live, I hustled hard and paid her off in just over a year because she was my touchstone; the only thing in this world that I'd ever owned and could call my own. We've been in this from day one. "Clee" is RDQLUS. As down as any person has been. As a matter of fact, more reliable than most any person in my life. That's real talk.

The previous owner gave her very little love so I knew it would be a wild ride. I've tinkered, fixed, shined, stunted and yes—even street-raced her. She's handled it all with class and aplomb. I loved when young punks—ready to get their 'Fast & Furious' on—would roll up not knowing that "Clee" & I were hiding secrets under her "grocery-getter" guise. Such a shame he had to get embarrassed by a guy, just heading to the get some cereal, in a car like his grandma's.

Through break-ups, make-ups, family stresses, good times and the worst of times, she's started faithfully and run like a thoroughbred. Through 10 years of Midwestern weather, she was ride-or-die with me. She's moved more shit than a U-Haul, so I say f*%k your fancy 'Super Duty', respectfully… my Taurus is "Built Ford Tough", sucka!

"Clee" won't make it another 100k, but she's going to start like she always has and like some of you have heard me say so many times before; we're gon' rock it 'til the wheels fall off.