So for nearly four years, we have been best friends. You have listened to my music and never asked me to change the station. You have let me yell uncontrollably when talk radio gets down right horrible. I recall the first time I put your seat covers on. I felt like I would magically float into the wind. Almost a year ago my baby was in a car wreck. I've taken her to the mechanics and put thousands into her, but she still sounds horrible. At last, this week I'm off to get a better car. I feel like I'm cheating on my blue little twink machine. At least she will still be near me. I just can't continue to drive my little loud cricket machine. In my heart, you will always be Twinker.