One tire’s been blown,
The radio’s gone,
The paint peels off the top,
The sensor is gone,
That keeps lights on,
And I have to avoid the cop,
Riding on Chicot,
In my 99 Windstar Van,
To get the slid’n door open,
I have to use both hands,
There’s a big dent in the door
On the passenger side,
But if work at Ice Cream & More,
This is what I have to ride,
Oh, gosh dear Lord,
It is a Ford,
So honk if something falls,
Its fourteen years old,
It should be sold,
Ken at A1 gets plenty of calls,
The floor is trashed,
Its never been crashed,
It gets 15 mpg,
And gas is high,
Wherever I buy,
I wish it would come free,
Hey, the brakes stay fixed,
There’s a trailer hitch,
But it makes the van run slow,
It goes everywhere,
Just like my hair,
And I have Pandora Radio,
The A/C blows,
It goes and goes,
Thanks to my dear husband,
It has four wheels
So I guess I’ll deal,
With my 99 Windstar Van
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When I was evaluated to drive again, I was forced to buy a "new" 98 Ford Windstar van that could be modified for wheelchair driving. Before that, I had only bought used two door muscle cars because I was mostly single and wanted to get down the road with the best of them.
Anyway, my Windstar was highly modified with costly electronics for driving and served me well for 95,000 miles until repairing the modifications--not the van--became too much and I had to buy a "new" 2006 Ford Freestar. The Windstar had been banged up a few times but had been well repaired and was running very well until two weeks before I was to pick up the new van with all of its costly modifications. On the way to work my throttle stuck (a bicycle style cable that wore, always caused trouble and was constantly changed). I used the brakes too much to slow down and they faded at my last stop and I ran into the back of an Expedition. The Windstar was still running so I decided to repair it and give it to a local independent living relocation nonprofit for the disabled. After $10,000 and much dismay, the van was back to its old self, I thought. The nonprofit sold my van to a secretary in a wheelchair. She could not afford to keep the van up, so I had to make several repairs on it so she could keep driving. Maria called the van, "My Baby." The latest I learned was that the van was no longer operable and that she was no longer working there.
I hope you get a new car for Christmas!
Ron
LOL I read your name as Vitamin D.
Michae D.
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