Meet Ordella, rebuild Options

[Dead Air]

Meet Ordella
She’s a middle aged girl who’s silvery locks
have begun to loose their luster.
Her half gallon heart’s been still for near nine summers,
Thirsting for fuel and spark but lo, neglected.
And while she sleeps, we plan her resurrection.
We will cut and peen the cancer at her waist.
Her edge and fletch is brighter than her dark hides imply.
Brighter than the air rushing by that would cool her blood.
Brighter than the chrome on her windscreen wiper.
She is waiting...
Ordella: Little silver spear
The seeker of many roads and paths and places never seen,
By me nor my Lady.
Unafraid to lose her top!
This steely steed, this gray mare, this machine of grace and balance
will not pitch or yaw but will
carry us on her vulcanized hooves screaming.
She has a way of moving us while she’s still;
And being still while she’s moving.
And she will arrive just before us with a gleam
in her high browed eyes for those
who know the “9's”
And into that fold she’ll be welcome. (IMG:http://www.914world.com/bbs2/html/emoticons/smash.gif)