Ode to the Family Truckster

Approximately five years ago, we paid off our family vehicle. I, being the primary driver, advised my husband, "we should really baby this truck, it would be nice to get another year out of it." Since then, our three children have acquired their driver's licenses and we have put close to an additional hundred thousand miles on it. I have patiently waited for this vehicle to die, but to no avail. Every bell and whistle broke long ago. Even some mainstays (i.e., doors, windows, radio) are no longer functioning but, as long as the engine ran smoothly, it just didn't make sense to take on another car payment. Well, I finally drove my new used car home today. That old truck still runs like a dream, but it was just time for something different. I will enjoy my new wheels, but I developed a grudging respect for the pure endurance of the old family truckster. It's going to be hard for this new car to live up to. So long, old buddy. Here's to you:
ODE TO THE FAMILY TRUCKSTER
Oh, family truckster, sturdy and true, you took us everywhere,
Sticky floors, and broken doors, interior covered in dog hair.
That deer that ran into you put a dent in your side,
But still you were ready when we needed a ride.
Over 260,000 miles, to ask for more would not be fair. 
You hauled materials for our house, towed our camper and boat,
The children, the groceries, with no fuss at all, you would tote.
And even though you are being replaced,
Your favors and feats will never be erased.
For the best car ever, you have my vote!