I know you've been around for years (32 to be exact). I know you've been through a lot. Many, many miles of pavement, mud and sand have not exactly been nice to you. You've hauled wood, groceries and babies, I get it that you're tired.
But know this, I love you and I need you to STOP LEAKING OIL!
I've done everything I can to treat you nice. I don't romp on your engine or demand the impossible of you. I just need you to return the favor and hang on for a few more weeks.
In retrospect, what is a few more weeks when you've been around for 32 years?
I promise if you stop spewing oil, my husband will stop beating on you with his wrenches. I promise to fill you up with 93 octane, wash you weekly and keep you as far away from the mud as I can get you.
Please, hang on, for me.
Your devoted daily driver (who will never give you up for a new Ford),
The Baby Professor
21 minutes ago