Jen Butson

Dear Ford,

I have loved you ever since my dad realized how much GM sucked. Since then, it has only been Fords in our family. From F-150s, to F-250s, to F-350s, to F-550s, and a Taurus Centennial, you have always been there. I learned to drive on the Taurus, and realized I can’t drive standard on the F-550 (Sorry Dad). You probably already know this, since at the age of 12 I convinced a middle-aged couple to buy one of your trucks.

How do I love thee, let me count the ways.

- That I have never found you on a road somewhere, dead (no matter what people say);

- That you got me to prom, then from prom to the afterparty;

- That you are the only big auto manufacturer who had their shit together and didn’t need a bailout;

- That you are the only auto manufacturer who is being innovative now that you’ve mastered the “car” part, to now Sync it up;

- That Alan Mulally is kind of a genius;

- That I have tweeted with many of your associates (they seem to “get” the social media part);

- That it’s hard for me to pick a favourite because the entire lineup is sexy (but I love Escape and Fusion);

- and that the dealership we have grown to love is always there if an issue arises.

If I had one of you now, I would take you for long drives into the sunset…clean you regularly…take you to meet my parents…heck, even introduce you to my clients.

You…would…complete me.

Yours forever,

Jen

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