Mrs. D

Mrs. D. is gone. A tear rolls down on my cheek.

Flashbacks are going trough my head.

My first encounter with this lady. I barely payed attention to this old lady. She was standing lonely in the back , all covered in dust, ignoring everyone and everything. just waiting. It’s because a good mate putted my attention to the red beast standing in the corner , that i looked at here. i really could say that It wasn’t love on first sight. No, still to this moment i thank Koen to persuade and introduce her to me . 

Since that moment on, we were inseparable. All kind of adventures were laying ahead of us.  As in every relation , we had our good days and bad days. We cursed, cried and laughed. 

One of the trips i still remember was the box road trip. Twenty two boxes were stacked on the roof rack and we drove from Melbourne to Alice springs , trying to avoid every low bridge that was on our way.. She didn’t give a sound with all that weight on her back. and we just cruised for three days trough the red desert and finally the boxes were safely delivered in the outback town. Not one box left behind on this memorable road trip.

But Mrs. D. was on her best on the dirt track. That’s also were she gets her name from. Mrs. Dirty. Her steady slow speed on the bitumen was just a camouflage of what was really in her heart. We travelled on unexplored tracks, drove on the sandy beaches , conquered steep sand dunes and crossed wild rivers. She loved it all. And she never let me down at all those moments. We travelled thousands of k’s on dirt and slept together at those wonderful spots we discovered on those many explorations. Our hearts were alike. We showed a relax and easygoing presence but we were un tamable and wild when we were in the right environment.

We spend 7 years together, shared everything. Intimate moments and public moments. Embarrassing moments and moments to be proud off. We had it all. So it was a sad day when our roads together took a different turn. 

It was time to say good bye to her and just to keep the memories of her alive.A lost touch , a last look at her standing again alone 

Farewell my lovely trusted Mrs D.