Metal body steel frame two doors four tires supercharged V6 up front. Straight pipes out the back white shiney paint freshly waxed glimmering in the sunlight. It's your best friend, it's your worst friend you love it some days other days you don't even want to look at it and you just want to push it off a huge rocky cliff and not have to think about it or have to worry about it or have to have anything to do with it. Then there are always those days where you realize how much you love and relate to your car.

    My mouth can sometimes be like my straight pipes loud and obnoxious and get me into trouble. I need fuel to keep me going such as food,water, and sleep. Also how a car needs gasoline to keep itself going strong. Another thing I have in common with my car is that my brain takes a while to get itself started up on ideas. Even after my car is gone and all my hard work is done on the car I will still have one thing in common with my car is that my hair will be bald just like how my tires always where on the back from all the burnouts.

All in all the car will eventually die as will I but the memories we shared will never be gone.