Car-isma

I grew up in a family that always had a car. To us it was a method of transportation. No fuss, no muss. If you got in, turned the key and it started , it was great. We never waxed, washed or buffed. It was not a priority.  It was a piece of metal. My life now revolves around a car. I didn't give birth to it but it has become a third child. It is pampered and cared for. It has cost more than a years college tuition at an Ivy League school. I will never understand "car people". I give my heart to something that returns the love. Maybe a car does that in a way that I just do not see.