So I am driving with my friend (in her car) to Wash Park for a run and then to Einstein Bagels for breakfast when it hits me. I am vain about what I drive but not about what other people are driving. What is that all about? I mean I could care less what others are driving, so why does it matter what kind of car I own?
Anyways, as I come home and see my car in the garage I just want to hug it. Hug it because in less than 2 weeks it will be gone. Hug it because it is more beautiful than my bike. Hug it because, darn it, I am in love with it. How did this happen? And more importantly, how do I break those chains.
Looking forward to input from ya'll as well as figuring this out over time.
Enjoy your day - I am headed to the garage for a much needed hug.
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I have always just thought a car should be reliable above all!
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