Henry, (or is it your alter ego brother Hank?)
You are in one of those pensive moods that hit me once and a while.
The biggest problem is that it is void of emotion. Yes,
the logical and analytical response is that all cars are
all just pieces of metal hobbled together in a form some
find appealing, with a lump of steel sitting in the engine
compartment that churns and grinds itself against itself
and sloshes oil back and forth to propel the hobbled pieces
of metal and possibly some passengers along the pavement
until it grinds itself into too many little metal pieces.
Whereas add emotions to the equation and you have that
splendid "motorcar" that was there with you on your first
date and that burned rubber in all four gears as you left
that Mustang driver eating your dust, the one that let you
down, but that came back soon as you gave it some
attention, some love, and mostly some blood. Yes, you are
blood brothers that you will do anything for - well until
it breaks down again.
So, there you have it. Heaven and hell. You choose.
Jay Laifman
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