The Grey Beast takes me through snow with no problem. I sit up high in it, able to sufficiently view the land. Granted, sometimes it's left me stranded *cough recently after work w/a dead battery cough*, but it always tries its hardest. It's endured surgery (radiator replacement), new legs (tires), an embarrassing roaring noise (new break pads just last weekend) and while it currently has a breathing issue (air conditioning going wonky), I will stick with my Grey Beast until it lies worn on its side, and I have to execute a mercy killing (dropping it off at the junk yard).
So yeah. Did I just write an ode to my SUV? Yes, I did. I really love my vehicle (probably because of those two magical words: paid off) even though its not the fanciest thing on the block. It has dents, and a small patch of rust on one haunch. The most recent dent was from trying to ease into my in-laws driveway and squishing a trashcan between The Grey Beast's fender and curb.
The dent before that one was obtained in the grocery store parking lot. It was a super windy day, so windy I can't recall ever being in wind that strong before. A few gusts actually had my footing off. Anyway, grocery store, strong wind. You guessed it, I'm sure. The Grey Beast was either assaulted by a vicious wolf (runaway cart) or a rogue knight (swinging car door).
So may I present to you, The Grey Beast. Long may he roam the open road.
Oh, and in other news, I'm now on Instagram! Find me here.