"Step on it, Bobby Lee! Them Revenuers ain't fur behind. 'Jest one last run,' that's what ya said.
“Hesh up,” Bobby Lee said and patted the dash. “Ain’t nothing sitting on four tires can catch Ol’ Blue.”
“Why ya always talking like this piece of junk has a heart?”
“I warning ya, cousin. Don’t talk agin’ Blue like that. She’s sensitive.”
“It ain’t alive! It’s just a bucket of bolts.”
The engine died. Never to run again.
Deep in the woods Ol’ Blue sits with a broken heart, never to finish the last moonshiner’s run.