You beautiful POS. There’s so much to love about you.

We can start with the weird noises that give you character. I have learned your sounds so well I know exactly how to drive in order to go easier on you. I know how to accelerate so that you don’t whine and how to stop in time so that you can’t squeak. When you make that weird growling sound I know it’s time for to refill the air conditioning fluid.

Your small gas tank means it only costs $20 to get you from empty to full which means I can afford to splurge on some food and still meet my weekly budget. That check engine light means that I always have my emissions done early in case you don’t make it through the whole year. The fact that you have two doors means that you’re perfect for my 5’2 size and the fact that people find it hard to climb into the backseat means I almost never get asked by friends to drive us all somewhere.

The fact that you’ve been driven by about 10 different people since you were made means I’m never worried about scratches or dents because technically, no one can prove I put the one on your truck there.

Your broken radio means that I never have to hear commercials and instead to jam to my own music through my speaker which I always keep charged.

But the thing I love about you most is that you are mine. I will drive you until it’s finally time for you to move on to car heaven.

You are a POS but you’re my POS.