I fear that my time with us might be short, but I wanna let you know that you’ve been good to me for the past seven years. When I needed four wheels with good gas mileage, a decent body and a five speed transmission, I knew you were the one for me. You were my transportation to wherever I needed to be that day: from the dreaded trek to my crappy call center job, to across state lines to meet friends and go to anime conventions, and the roughly combined two hour drive I take too and from school 5 days a week, you have been through all of it with me. However, I feel that our time together is starting to get short.

You have been my strong, sturdy, silver, steel steed to my desired destinations, but I feel that you might not last too long. When I bought you, I knew you came from an accident and bandaged back together, so you weren’t in perfect shape from the start. But I’ve seen over the years that through all we’ve been through, you’ve started to come apart piece by piece. Replacing the fuel pump, headlights, changing the radiator, going through tires and break pads, a failed emergency break line, a faulty ignition starter and a loose front bumper are just a few examples of your age starting to show. However, you have still remained true and faithful to me all these years, and you still start up on command as if everything was fine like the day before. I feel as if our time together is becoming short, and I need another ride to last me for another seven or more years from now, and I don’t know how much time you might have left.

But one thing will still remain true for every day that I still have you; I will be faithful to you as you have been to me. I have done all that I can to make sure you still start up when I leave the house, because you are all that I have in terms of transportation. I have kept up with your insurance, oil changes, and yearly registration to keep you running on the road to this day. I feel as if you are my Going Marry from One Piece, a ship that was held together for the Straw Hat crew that made due with what they could get in order to keep the ship alive. However, the Mary eventually sunk in the ocean, no matter how much love the crew gave the ship to keep them going further on the oceanic horizon. Bianca, you are my Going Mary, and I will keep driving you till your last moments, because you are all I have, and I am all you have. I may say at times that your a piece of crap, but your my piece of crap, and I only name the crap I care for.