It's like that IKEA commercial, where they leave the old lamp out in the rain for trash. I feel the bow had a similar experience. Imagine, one day, it's the toast of the town, The big decoration for Christmas. Then, too soon, it's time is over and it's uncaringly thrown to the ground. Sad an alone, it finds a friend in you, who once again, lifts it and places it on a car, to bring happiness to all. Soon though, it realizes this isn't the case, as someone has thrown it upon the ground, to suffer once again. Then boom, you come along as the savior, bringing one final shot at life, happiness back to the bow, by placing it on the car. You know though, the whole time that bow was thinking, "Please, please don't put me back on the Dodge Charger, it's owner was such a harsh, mean uncaring, unChristian, Christmas hater, please, anywhere but the Dodge." Alas, we can only hope that the man with the Dodge found a new, better home for the bow, but it's probably buried now, in a pile of trash. Hoping one day someone will find it.