Mark IV, my Lord, is dead

Damn. Poor, poor Mark IV has died on me in the line of service. That machine was a BOSS. To say I was kind to it would be a bald face lie. However, you have to say in the same sentence that I LOVE IT just the same.

Mark IV was declared dead on Friday, May 31st 2014 by the technician at TD Curran with the words, "Mark IV, my Lord, is dead."

The sales boys asked why Mark IV. Of course, I launched into my story / stories about each. To summarize:

Mark I - still in service, by WCP, and considered now a family heirloom
Mark II - dropped. The LCD was crack, and was no longer useful
Mark III - dirty. I decided to forget him in my gym shorts so I gave him the wash and dry cycle. Didn't work after that.
Mark IV - service. This machine was ran close to 40+ hours per week if not more. Cycle after cycle of battery charge to battery drain. See below.

Mark V - current. Just like the ever-evolving Iron Man suits, my 'Mark' series will continue with my purchases of iPod Nanos such as this one. See below.

He's all geared up for tomorrow's gym class heroes action!

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