As sure as the sun comes up every morning my car didn’t start again. My day had unfolded like a nightmare. No hot water (cold shower), prayed for my car to start (it mercifully did after several attempts), stuck in traffic (two hours) which led to being late for work (apologized emphatically to an unnerved client), forgot my purse (had to borrow twenty bucks for lunch) now this. As I slumped behind the wheel of my beater of a car in the abandoned parking garage I wondered, “Why me?”

I went back upstairs to the lobby and asked Ray the security guard to call someone to tow my heap to a garage.

“I’ve seen your vehicle Miss P.” He started, “Maybe its time to get a new one, no disrespect intended, but your car’s a piece of shit.”

“The weekend, I’ll look this weekend.” I said mournfully. Old Faithful had driven me all over the country I had a very sentimental attachment to it from the day I saw it in the lot.

Waiting for the tow truck, my mind went back to the day I went to the car dealership armed with my loan to get a new set of wheels.

“Good morning little Miss. How might I help you today.” Said a tall smiling salesman with teeth that were so perfect and white that they seemed shinier than the gleam coming off the chrome on the showroom cars.

“Name’s Howard, and here’s my card.” He continued as he gazed at me and devoured my breasts with his eyes.

I told him that I needed something simple, reliable and good on gas.

“Have I got the car for you. Come right this way.” Howard led me to a red two-door hatchback. It was love at first sight. As I put my hand on it to touch its panels, an electrifying feeling came over me. I caressed its cold steel and felt its contours, the ridges and styling came alive under my touch. At once I knew that I wanted to enter it.

“Can I sit in it?” I asked with anticipation.

“Sure go ahead. It has a four cylinder engine with an automatic transmission… blah… blah… blah…” Droned Howard.

I climbed in and the car’s new smell enveloped me like a lover’s perfume and I was seduced by its scent. The instrument panels were on and the beckoned me to join them. The soft glow of the many lights swirled and blinked before my eyes and pleasured me as no automobile has ever done before. I sat back and marveled as the light show unfolded before me and noticed a beautiful message, “DOOR IS AJAR”. Funny, the door is a door.

I closed the door and gripped the steering wheel with both hands. The power that emanated from this machine was seductive. I caressed the large head of the stick shift and ran my fingers down the shaft; its hardness and rigidity confirmed its virility.

My hand traveled from the taut stick shift to the seat. They were encased in smooth warm sensuous leather. My hand lightly stroked the seat and was rewarded with intense, passionate sensations as my fingertips traced the fine grains in the material.

I was shaken from my trance as Howard announced an inch from my ear, “Ya wanna take her out for a spin.”

He was leaning on the door and looking down the front of my blouse. His eyes darted away and he straightened up as I turned to him. “I’ll go and get the keys and we’ll be on our way.” He said flashing his orthodontic wonders.

“You drive Missy.” Howard said as he stared at my cleavage and I climbed into the driver seat. Howard gave me the key and I slowly thrust it into the keyhole. I turned the key and the car came to life with a guttural roar that seemed to originate from its soul. The low hum of the engine sent tremors into me as they vibrated at my burning core.

My hand went to the firm stick shift that hungered for my touch I wrapped my hand around its hardness and with a pull on its knob put the car into drive.

The car responded to my touch with a passion I had never imagined possible. Its pistons pumped harder at its silky smooth cylinders and we exited onto the street.

“Blah... blah… European styling blah... blah… blah… emission standards.” Howard was by now talking to himself as this car was seducing me.

I took it on the highway and we became as one. The faster we raced, the more thrilled I became. It was as if I had unleashed a wild animal. The car reacted to my commands as we increased or slowed our tempo as we propelled our way to heights.

The car seemed to cry out to me “Yes! Drive me, make me yours. If you take me now, I will be yours forever.”

I turned back into the lot and turned off the ignition. As it turned off, the car was very still as it sat in its afterglow, the paint gleaming in the mid day sun.

Sated, I turned to Howard and said, “I’ll take it.” His teeth blinding me as the sun reflected off them.

That was twelve years and three hundred thousand kilometers ago. I knew that it was going through its death throes but I was in denial.

We had been through too much together. It drove me to college, vacations, work and all places in between.

I had sex in the bucket seats (passenger side), sex in the back seat and in the hatchback.

It carted all my stuff from my many moves.

And it never complained.

Parting is always bittersweet as will this one, as I will leave you for another younger model in hopes that your new keeper will love you as dearly as I have.

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