She was a good car. She was faithful. Been around a long time. She spent her last 9 years with us. You could always count on old Dolce to get you from point A to point B. Might notta always been pretty…you mighta smelled like motor oil when you got where you was goin’ but you got there.
Dolce Mina was strong. She was strong I tell you. Been violated mo’ times than a little bit. Been sideswiped and rear-ended…been broken into and gutted so many times she just gave up on locking…stayed open all the time, just gave up. But she never gave in—she stayed strong. Right up to the end.
She couldn’t go fast as she used to…decided she would only go up to 4th gear instead of 5th. That was the first sign that old Dolce’s last days were upon us. Her brakes locked up on her…eventually she didn’t even wanna move…refused to go into 1st gear. We had to put her down.
Dolce Mina, thanks for the memories. We’re gonna miss you ole girl.