I revere my car way too much. It doesnt deserve what it gets from me, but it gets it anyways. Maybe the best comparison is my cat, seeing as how I put alot of love into her and she isnt in the least bit capable of giving it back.

Lets get the facts down: my car is a 1991 honda accord. That in itself isnt too bad, it's a great car, but it's also brown. Nasty. If it's color and a couple of other things were changed, I'd have no problem with it at all. Another little quirk about it is its transmission. Whenever I get into my parents car and my friends car, I cant even tell when the car shifts if I try, but my car makes all the shifts very obvious. I think it's just the fact that the transmission is really old, and I've gotten used to it, but it still makes me nervous sometimes. The other thing I hate about my car is the seatbelts. Electric seatbelts are cool about the first 10 times, then they get gay. Really gay. Fortunately, Honda put some pretty good brains into my electronic seatbelts, so they normally do what I want them to.

Despite it's age, though, I find alot of beautiful things in it. First of all, I never get tired of the engine. It's not even that fast, but it makes you feel like it is. I get alot of pleasure in blowing by brand new civics and corollas with my "crappy" car, they dont even stand a chance. And my car is so basic. Everything is where it should be. Every time I get into my car I use almost all the controls, that's how little of them there are. Just power windows, locks, climate controls, lights, stereo, and windshield wipers. Maybe it's just me, but the simpler things are, the more secure I feel in them. I think my underlying mentality is that as stuff gets simpler, it has less room to break, which is logically true.

I am really depressed right now about my car, though. Apparently it's leaking oil. And that's really bad, not because I wont have a car or because I have to pay for the repairs, but because my parents will not pay for the repairs. A car I have this profound love for could possibly be sold or going to the dump and I cant really do anything about it. Mind you, that will be in a year or so, but I still dont want to see it go, at least for memories sake.

Anyhow, I changed the oil today. Aside from doing SAT's, that has been my main focal of activity. Putting fresh oil in my car and throwing out the gritty black stuff gives me an odd sense of happiness. I feel like I'm doing a favor for my car, and it's thanking me, even though it really cant. Maybe it's just a pride in being able to fulfill a love of mine.