When the weather is cold, like yesterday and the day before yesterday, I get into my old black car, greet him, tap him on his wheel, and turn its heater on. It normally takes a long time for the heater to stop being a fan and to be what its name says, a heater. I freeze in my old black car and wait for him to make me warm. But usually, by the time it gets warm I have reached my destination and I have to leave him which I don’t. Because I know he did his best for me and I have to appreciate that.
Continue reading the rest of my beautiful* piece about my old black car at Twenty-Something who has hosted me in her blog. She has a great blog and now with my post it’s even better :p
*I always have a hard time choosing between telling the truth and being humble 😀