There is a dark side to me she does not know.
It lives in the deep crevasses of my mind, snuggled in layers of soft gray
brain cells, hidden in the depths below the flashing neurons of thought
and passion. It wants for experiences, excitements and pleasures
that she could never deliver. I drive her to inexorable extremes,
taking her far beyond the stresses that she should tolerate; yet she endures,
yet she remains faithful. She runs without coaxing to the store to
do my bidding, she goes to church in sedate high fashion. She carries
my packages without complaint. Others turn my head but they will
never replace her. She has two hundred thousand miles on her and
she still
does not burn oil. What a car!