there is still some fight in her
the thermostat says -13 degrees, while the wind gives it a -33 degree edge. at 15 years old the punk rock van is closing in on becoming a modern classic. it was tested tonight. the biting cold wind freezes the moisture in your eyes and makes nylon winter jackets sound and feel like crinkling paper. breathing becomes difficult and your face quickly turns rosy. as a little kid waiting at the busstop, i always remembered enjoying the cold air. it made for good pretend cigarette smoke with a stick carefully chosen from the ground. that same chilly breath quickly fogged the punk rock vans windshield as i prepared to see if she was alive. i turned off the non essentials before putting the key into place. one turn and the van gave a pathetic whimper. i gave her a moment to think and recoup before giving her another shot. a second turn of the key and the punk rock van redeemed herself from the previous failure. she roared with little hesitation. the punk rock van and i sat proudly as we both took some time to warm up. another misfire and we would have had to give roommate tom a ride using his much younger truck. the punk rock van was gonna have none of that. she has years of fight left. when the temperature breaks even at a more bearable 0 degrees, i will treat her to some more gasoline.