I remember not long ago my car was one of the nicest around. Perfect original paint. No dents, dings, scratches nor was the paint checking. I used to wash her twice a week and wax her often. The interior was just as nice (still is if I were to detail it). Every upgrade done to the car was researched well. I only bought the best stuff for the car. I didnt buy used parts for upgrades. Every wire in that car is solderd. Even the engine, I didnt go half way, I went all the way.
I guess I figure that if the car looks like a piece of shit when it's clean why not go all the way and make the "piece of shit" image count. I dont want to see the scratches, dents, dings or mars. The dust and dirt covers it up. When I look at my car I see that it's dirty...not all messed up.
There will come a day when my car will rise up and be what she once was. Until then, she will hide under her cloak of dust silently weaping. All I can do for her now is make sure she stays healthy and mechanically sound. A day will come when she will go in ugly and come out beautiful. When that day comes it will awaken a demon inside me and I will once again pound the streets with my head up high. I will roar down the streets with pride and arrogance. I will tense every muscle and scream like a wildman. I will be behind the wheel of my love...my heart...my soul...my pride...my dream. She will bring me the extacy I'm longing for.
