It was love at first sight.
And, really,
I could not just leave him there by the side of the road,
abandoned.
Left by a generation that has deemed him
"unsafe."

In spite of his lack of buckles and straps
(or, perhaps, because of)
and his being of a certain age,
and in spite of me no longer being of the
babymaking sort,

I love him dearly and shall not forsake him
though his bottom is a bit saggy.

and a few of his snaps have gone off
(if you know what I mean).
He is sturdy, useful, reliable and has lots of bounce left in his chassis.

And he lets me push him around.

Not just a love affair, but a perfect one at that.