Dear Subaru,
Thank you for the twelve epic years and 120,000 miles I drove my ‘09 Forester around the states attending and photographing concerts and festivals. Or when not on the open road, hauling art projects crosstown. What a great run!
As I ticked off miles, I was at one with my wheels. I melded with my ride forming my road personna: The SuberDude Abides! One part, Big Lebowski, one part Subaru Love, one part road-poet, one part concert photographer. Oh how my wife is patient.
I do not have heroic stories of stand-offs with bears, sloppy dog moments or saving furry forest friends. But this road warrior served me well. Occasionally, on long trips I slept in it, I camped out of it. I hauled camera gear, and I transported flat-packed pop-up art. Through hail storms, traffic jams, or mountain climbs, it never failed.
Sadly, I had to sell The SuberDude when my wife and I moved to Spain this year. Just couldn’t figure out a reasonable route to drive it here. Even preparing for the move, every load of donated art supplies and personal belongings to storage fit like a well played game of Tetris. The road angels always shined favorably on me.
The good news is reboot, version 2.0. I sold it to an artist friend who will carry on the tradition. She will use it for her hauling her art as well. And It’s no coincidence that her family are already Subaru owners. I live in the comfort that The SuberDudette travels on!
Love,
¡El SuberDude Abides!
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