Ode to JBO

Thank you, good and faithful servant—
you got us from A to B, to C, to Z and beyond,
and always brought us home again safely.
I'm sorry for the times I've complained
about having a car older than my marriage
(although, now approaching my silver wedding anniversary,
that's some going!).
I plan to nurse you along for the rest of your days,
take care of you, the way you have taken care of us.
So many memories!
So many things we like about you,
but the best of all,
your registration plate: JBO.
In my mind, it stood for an anagram of
Rebuff Jog Gust;
Turf Befogs Jug;
Buff Gorges Jut.
You will be missed!