Oh DeLorean Where Art Thou?

DeLorean where art thou?

I parked you right here.

But you’re not here now.

You are my steed, so faithful and true.

We’ve been through a lot, you and I.

You’re rusty and ancient, the opposite of new.

Yes your breaks were less than stellar.

And you kind of wheezed as I rode.

But now you’re in the greasy hands of a thieving feller.

Remember that time we ran into a bus?

Head on into traffic.

No blood or funeral, just the driver’s frothy cuss.

Remember that time you were first stolen?

The lazy thief left you in the street.

After realizing your breaks were frozen.

Remember the smog, the snow, the rain?

Weather didn’t matter to us.
You were faithful in all weather and all terrain.

Remember that time we hit a motorcycle head on?

Your front tire looked like an overcooked noodle.

And the driver drove me to school just like Mom.

You were never tough to find in a sea of bikes.
Because your seat was so high.
When we flew my schnoz was the kite. 

You are my oldest Chinese friend.

I found you my first day in the country.

But now our friendship has come to an end.

I’ll never forget you – so retro, so trusty.

But I’ve found someone else.

He’s a cousin of yours named Uncle Rusty.