I set the parking brake, crossed to get the mail
Then turned at a faint wail to witness the parking brake fail:
The car backward sailed until the aspen it nailed.
When husband came home, I felt like I was in jail
Though he said, don’t rail–we still have each other to hail.
gahlstone 
Boo-hoo
Oweeeee
A kiss always
makes a bump better
So….a kiss and ahug;
then a call to fix the sore blue gug
at least with old blue
it’s not like it’s new
but it’s hell getting old
when you can’t get the mail
without sitting in the cold
waiting for the wrecker to bail
.
thank god for leroys body & paint
cause without car troubles you ain’t
jon
So sorry to hear about your crash!
I feel compelled to write a poem about your rash
On old blue.
I’m just glad you’re not hurt
And old blue got pulled out of the dirt!
Love,
Lisa