I Love My Car.

I really love my car. She's got this quiet kind of personality to her that grows on you. Some might see it her as mellow or even vanilla, but thats a misguided perception. The truth is, she's dynamo under all that subtlety. She's reliable, but more than that, I really trust her. And she always manages to save a little bit of that something extra for when you need it. No time to get gas, and I'm thinking its gonna be a close call, but she hangs in there, delivering all the pop and go without complaint. And in close calls you can't go wrong.

A car merged behind me today and looked to be cutting it real close, especially with the curve coming up and the accelerating speeds of the traffic. So as I'm glancing in my mirror the car in front of me throws on some heavy brakes and I look up in time to slam on the brakes and avoid colliding. And how does my car react? Beautifully. Couldn't ask for more.

So to you, my car, I salute.





As much as I love my car, I still dont like owning a car and being a part of that club. The difference is slight, but crucial.