My car is my friend.
She talks to me.
From the exhaust, she finds her voice.
We form our bond through the gears, steering and Recaros.
That's how I control her and she in turn tells me what she's up to.
I have to be attentive to what she tells me or I may end up in the ditch.
Sometimes, she says to me "Kiddo, I wanna go. Let me have it!"
Other times when I'm too enthusiastic going into a bend, she'll say
"Whoa there, gimme some heel and toe. I'm pretty close to getting acquainted with Mr Armco..."
I understand my car, we relish each other.
But we cant't always be together.
That's when I ease my craving with a copy of MOTORING.