AdamsFan1983
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Let’s all pour one out to @godfodder0901 tonight, as he settles in for his last nights of sleep as someone who doesn’t own a Rivian.
<clears throat>
'Twas the night before delivery, when all thro' the house,
The forum was stirring, with Peashooters shouts;
The charger was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that RIvians work soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of gear tunnels danc'd in their heads,
And Mama in her gear shop tee, and I in my cap,
Had just closed RJs email and taken a crap-
When out on the lawn there arose such a bird chirp,
I grabbed my white hydro flask, with opened lid and slurped.
Away to the window I saw a green charge bar,
Tore open the shutters, and cursed Elons cars.
The dew on the bed showing compass icons ,
and the premium speakers built by meridi-an;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a motorized bed cover, and panels so near,
With a little camp speaker, so lively and brite,
The gear guard so watchful should I get in a fight.
More rapid than lightning, clocking 3.2,
And it whistled, and hummed, as I dropped my lead shoe.
"Now! Midnight, now! Limestone, now! launch green, and glacier,
On! El cap, on! canyon, on! Forest and silver;
"To the top of the hill! Or the lot of the mall!
"Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the frunk
The prancing and pawing of each little punk.
As I looked for the kids, and was turning around,
Up the lifting hood came, and the children did bound:
They were laughing with joy, and giddy to boot,
And they asked me when daddy would make this thing scoot;
A vegan seat keeping my toasty butt warm,
And a real wood grain dashboard that wasn’t so norm:
My keycard - how it twinkled! the wristband too,
Now drive modes so many, this all seems so new;
My droll little car parked in the garage,
This new ride so cool it seemed a mirage;
The stump of a gear stalk he held tight in his hand,
And the smoke it began lifting having taken command.
He had a broad face, as those 22’s spun,
They shook and they laugh'd, having barrels of fun
The screens were so brite, and nimble as well,
And in spite of the cup holders He found this this thing swell;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know we we’re losing more tread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And buried the pedal ; then turn'd with a jerk,
And laying his foot off around 1-1-8
And giving a nod, and fist bump and shake.
He came to a stop, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy delivery to all, and to all a good night
<clears throat>
'Twas the night before delivery, when all thro' the house,
The forum was stirring, with Peashooters shouts;
The charger was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that RIvians work soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of gear tunnels danc'd in their heads,
And Mama in her gear shop tee, and I in my cap,
Had just closed RJs email and taken a crap-
When out on the lawn there arose such a bird chirp,
I grabbed my white hydro flask, with opened lid and slurped.
Away to the window I saw a green charge bar,
Tore open the shutters, and cursed Elons cars.
The dew on the bed showing compass icons ,
and the premium speakers built by meridi-an;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a motorized bed cover, and panels so near,
With a little camp speaker, so lively and brite,
The gear guard so watchful should I get in a fight.
More rapid than lightning, clocking 3.2,
And it whistled, and hummed, as I dropped my lead shoe.
"Now! Midnight, now! Limestone, now! launch green, and glacier,
On! El cap, on! canyon, on! Forest and silver;
"To the top of the hill! Or the lot of the mall!
"Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the frunk
The prancing and pawing of each little punk.
As I looked for the kids, and was turning around,
Up the lifting hood came, and the children did bound:
They were laughing with joy, and giddy to boot,
And they asked me when daddy would make this thing scoot;
A vegan seat keeping my toasty butt warm,
And a real wood grain dashboard that wasn’t so norm:
My keycard - how it twinkled! the wristband too,
Now drive modes so many, this all seems so new;
My droll little car parked in the garage,
This new ride so cool it seemed a mirage;
The stump of a gear stalk he held tight in his hand,
And the smoke it began lifting having taken command.
He had a broad face, as those 22’s spun,
They shook and they laugh'd, having barrels of fun
The screens were so brite, and nimble as well,
And in spite of the cup holders He found this this thing swell;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know we we’re losing more tread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And buried the pedal ; then turn'd with a jerk,
And laying his foot off around 1-1-8
And giving a nod, and fist bump and shake.
He came to a stop, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy delivery to all, and to all a good night
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