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  • I have an old dear friend, a quiet one!

    Esso Tiger is my hero of self-confidence, simpathy and power, fuzzy yellow joy saying to let him have his run! What a Dad!

    He smiled to me on the TV and had solutions before the problems appear. He didn't fear the cars and trucks and was able to deal with gasoline trustfully. He was my hope on the road, when I could meet him at a gas station beckoning to me. He was my Big Dad that assured me that my human dad wouldn't take too much speed in his driving. God knows how I needed to pee while I was inside the car with my speedy crazy dad, and how I was eager to find Dad Tiger so he would guarantee us all that we would be safe 'til the end of the road. He gave me comfort with his smiling summon, calling me to a telephatic talk while I could go pee when my dad had to ask The Tiger power (and permission) to go on.

    When I eventually take the road with my family, they always tell me my friend will appear at the same place, now a little less fuzzy. Maybe the age don't let him beckon to me and offer me his arms to rest my mind with silence.

    His aging caught him too early before I could get as self-confident as him to learn to drive.

    (Photos from www.vintage-ads.livejournal.com)
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