They shoot horses, don't they?

I take it all back: I love my car. She breaks my heart again and again, but I love her. Getting her back today was like a homecoming. Driving your car after it has been wrenched from you in an untimely and unseemly manner is an indescribable feeling. It's almost as good as the first time you drive alone in your own car. There is nothing better -- wind in your hair, music on the radio, life flying by, freedom, possibility. Sometimes I wish I could just drive on forever.