So last January I was coming home from a trip and I had spent around 24 hours traveling with very little sleep. I was trapped in the Atlanta air port for 8 hours and got the last flight out to Orlando. I was exhausted and wanted nothing to do but to crawl into bed and pass out with a box of oreos and a glass of milk. But when I got out to the parking lot and walked off the bus I saw my car in the back of the lot. It was silhouetted in an amber glow from the street light above and I just stop and stared for a minute. Even though I had another 30 minute drive to get to my bed just staring at it made me feel like I was home. When I finally got in the car I slipped into the seat and wrote this:
"Its been a long day. After traveling for almost 24 hours straight, your back in sore, your feet hurt, your eyes are heavy, and your mind is exhausted. You've spent 9 and a half hours on planes, 7 and half hours in airports and crossed 6 time zones all in a day. Your DEAD BEAT TIRED. Waiting in line t get off the plane and watch all the people with all their bags, one by one, take their time. It's 12 midnight and all you want to do is be in a familiar seat that knows you. Making your way to ground transportation and out to the van that takes you out to your pride and joy. The one thing that makes me excited to hustle off the plane. The van takes you out to the parking lot to she her. In the warm light of the street lamps, she sits tucked away in a corner by herself. You put her there so that no one would mess with her but you still check just to make sure. You grab your luggage and and exit the van with the relief that you will finally be on the way home. As you walk you admire and make a quick smirk at her as you walk up. She has been waiting for you for days. Waiting for you to slip into the worn and characterized leather seat. She's been waiting for you to turn the key. Awaiting that first stretch of the clutch and soft but mechanical engagement into gear. Your home.... You have made it to your comfortable place that you love. The way that the steering wheel feels in your hands. It knows you. You grip the gear shift and you feel like your hugging an old friend. This is your woman, your lady, and you love her. She takes care of you and you take care of her. Its a mutual relationship of love and feeling. All there is ahead of you is and her, you, and the stretch of road just waiting to be driven."
This is a true love for a inanimate object, however it is something that many people feel. There are many car people from across the world who have stories of their lives and how their vehicles play into their lives and how they love their cars. Cars can just make you feel some type of way.