
Senior editor van Newsweek is zo droevig over het verdwijnen van de Hummer dat hij een Ode schreef:
The year that I turned seventeen-
A rebel just like Jimmy Dean
Full of angst and sullen pride
An outlaw lover by my side
You were Bonnie to my Clyde.
Janis to my Bobby McGee
No one could put chains on me.
As we went rolling through that summer
In my brand-new yellow Hummer
Drivin' fast and livin' hard
Burning up my Amex card.
Outcasts, rebels, teen banditos
With a thermos of mojitos
We would pick up at the bar
Of the country club. The far
Horizon beckoned, and the air
Cranked up high would blow your hair.
We'd fill up with a tanker load
Of gasoline and hit the road.
Rolling down that freeway ramp
To the mall or tennis camp
Speakers blasting out the Spice
Girls and then Vanilla Ice.
Remember how those neon wheel
Covers made the young girls squeal?
No sorrow in our lexicon
At least until some Mexican
Parking jockey made a dent
In the fender and I went
Ballistic on that sorry slob
I really hope he lost his job.
Mom said, "Don't let it trouble you.
Take my BMW."
I'm sorry, Mom, you're not to blame
But it's really not the same.
I can't help thinking, what a bummer
There'll never be another Hummer.
And I will never be that cool
Again, since starting business school.
Bron(nen): Newsweek
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