My relationship with my whip is completely intoxicating. Youth doesn't last forever so I satisfy her desires every chance I get, and she mine. Yes, she gets foam baths with exotic oils and fragrances more often than needed. Lots of hand rubbed attention. Frequent Sunday outings just to be together. I love her in the sun, in the rain, in the heat, in the cold, indoors, outdoors, well you get the picture. I indulge completely in life with my cherished one. I'm not waiting for my car to be middle aged and thinking what may have been. I have a trophy car and evidence of that fact.

Being serious for a moment, the cars I've tried to protect by hardly using them have lasted fewer years than the cars I've ignored completely. My car is my mid life crisis chemo, my fountain of youth and kicks butt legally at the track at every opportunity.

Les