Give me nightfall, pelting rain and all I wanna do is get behind the wheel of my car.
Alone, just me and her, the red devil, both old, but feisty and still purring.
Much like me, she is almost past her sell by date, should've been traded in for a newer model a long time ago. But I'm stubbornly keeping her, for better or worse. We will be growing old together, both slightly worn, with a good few miles behind us, but dependable, strong.
I stroke her dash lovingly, coo kindly, "Don't give up just yet, just a few more miles! I know you can do it!"
And she responds in kind, gives me that extra vroom...and zoom zoom we are away again.
I remember when I first saw her, all shiny and new: blood red, 3 door Freelander with the big wheel at the back, full of attitude, daring me to go exploring, awakening my wanderlust with her engine that growled. She was all prettied up with a huge red satin bow (so unlike her) I could tell she couldn't wait to get me behind her wheel and off we'd go!
And we did GO!
On highways and byways, over gravel and tar, come wind, rain or shine.
And at the best of times, she took me to places that took my breath away. I could enjoy the view out of her wide windscreen, my body cushioned in her soft places.
I miss her now (she is in the shop) she will cost me lots of moola, will put a dent in my travel fund, but it will all be worth it.
For when she is back, and she will be, she will be better than ever. She will be a part of so many new memories.
I will drive her like the Stig, with a feeling of power under me, I will take off her roof, feel the wind in my hair, and on special occasions, when the world is awash with rain, I will turn up the music, put her in gear and together we will head out in search of adventure.