I turn the key, and the engine springs into life.
As if it had been asleep for a thousand years, and it had been waiting every second for me to turn the key.
It's not a weak "ok where do you want me to drive today" sound.
Its a "Here I am, want to drive fast, or just hear my engine: I'm your car" sound.
Just that turn of the key set a chain of events going. Fuel pump. Spark plugs. Pistons. Injection. Controlled explosions right under my nose.
Drive me Drive me Drive me Drive me, is the mantra of the engine rumble. I have felt the power of your acceleration. The symphony of sounds from the musical instruments packed under the bonnet. Each boost level seeming to bring new overtures.
You are the true performer. I am an appendage, a right foot to you. Lacking skill I do not use you to your full potential. But I will learn. You hold on to your fluids for six months, I change mine every day. You rust. I dont. Your brain was made by "TOM's Racing", mine by billions of years of evolution from single celled protozoa. You need me to function. I need you to have some fun.
Shame I'm just too scared to drive you over local speed bumps cos your suspension is fucked.
Carl