Blue Pontiac Firebird a.k.a F-bomb (1987-2008)
The beastly blue machine passed into junkyard glory on November 22 after many years of suffering. The Firebird, affectionately nicknamed F-bomb, came into the Vanderberg family about eight years ago, winning us over with its sleek style and dazzling blue colour. Especially loved were the T-roof and the CD player...what more could you want? F-bomb was passed down to all four children, trying its best to serve them faithfully, bringing them tree planting,to basketball and volleyball games, and back and forth to school each day. However, signs of trouble began early. F-bomb kept putting its engine light on and would sometimes simply refuse to go, leaving us all stranded at various places and times(Middle of nowhere, highway to Taber, important first date). Over the years, its muffler gradually got louder and louder, subjecting it to the scorn of neighbours and embarassing its owners. Finally, one day its muffler simply fell off and F-bomb took a turn for the worse. It no longer wanted to turn on its headlights, make its windshield wipers work, keep the rain out or keep the seats locked in place. Often it would decide to stop driving in the middle of a busy road and a few pumps of the gas pedal was needed to convince it to keep on moving. However, F-bomb must be credited for its perserverance. After being near death for many years, it would somehow still find a little bit of energy to keep on going, although not always when you needed it to. Resilient to the end, F-bomb was able to make one last journey to its final destination. F-bomb is survived by George, Chris, Brad, Trevor, David and Lindsay. Though it is gone, it will never be forgotten. Being stranded late at night, driving in the pouring rain without windshield wipers, and having to turn on headlights by hand has only made us stronger and more aware of what kind of cars not to buy. F-bomb will forever remain the quintessential trashy car that most people only wish they could drive. Thanks for the memories. You will be missed...kind of.
5 comments:
Poor little F-bomb.
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Lindsay, am I mistaken? Is this you? Are you really blogging?
Lovvve.
K
P.S. Your turn.
Old cars really are like pets. I'm pretty sure my dad and brother's eyes teared up when I totaled Rusty by running him in to Mark's garage (accident.) This makes me realize how new cars never merit the same sentimental value. I'm sorry for your family's loss.
I like this three-girl blogging business. We shall have to keep this up.
f-bomb sounds better then raising kids.
I can honestly say that I will not miss F-bomb! She/he was never reliable and extremely annoying (remember the rattling noise that the e-brake made!) And there was nothing worse than having to crank the headlights up on a cold and windy night or having to worry if it was going to rain or not since the wipers didn't work. Lindsay, I must say that as a frequent passenger in your vehicle, I much prefer the minivan, now dubbed G-bomb because it`s green and in remembrance of F-bomb.
awww, that's sad.. my condolances (sp?). I hope you will be okay.
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