You were there when I needed you.
You were the high point of my day.
Your tires- smooth, comforting, humming along the roadway.
Your plush seats were always welcoming, saying "come on, Jake, take a load off."
Your seat belts were a warm embrace when I was afraid.
Oh, how you've helped me.
You carry my burdens.
You carry me.
You carry my friends, and their hamburgers.
Mitchell's friend,
who made us fly off the road and screech to a halt.
Off roading on school property,
Blaring Judas Preist through the two working speakers,
Being the motivation for my first article in the school newspaper,
"How'd you do that?" Jodi asked me, impressed by your precise handling,
(and glad I didn't hit her truck)
Good times, good times.
You were the highlight of this, my 16th year on this planet.
When I got you, it was one of the happiest days of my life.
You're the best friend a man could want.
Neko, you're my Blazer, and I love you.


Write an ode to yours if you wanna!