Welcome
Nice way to start:
How do I love my car?
Let me count the ways.
I love her in the morning, when her soft top is covered with dew.
I love her when I'm laying in bed, thinking about going to work.
I love her on the drive in, when she squirts past an 18-wheeler.
I love her when I pop in the first CD of the day.
I love her when I sing at the top of my lungs, and slack-jawed pedestrians stare.
I love her in the rain, with her top up and cozy.
I love her from my office window, smiling up at me, waiting.
I love her at the stop lights, waiting, and then ... after.
I love her under the burning sun, feeling my skin start to blaze.
I love her with passengers, seeing the smile on their faces.
I love her in the turns, when her rear end swings out.
I love her when I fill her up with gas, careful not to drip.
I love her on the way home.
I love her at night, when I can see the moon I never noticed before.
I loved her once, when her hard top was on, when I drove her home from the dealer.
Nice way to start:
How do I love my car?
Let me count the ways.
I love her in the morning, when her soft top is covered with dew.
I love her when I'm laying in bed, thinking about going to work.
I love her on the drive in, when she squirts past an 18-wheeler.
I love her when I pop in the first CD of the day.
I love her when I sing at the top of my lungs, and slack-jawed pedestrians stare.
I love her in the rain, with her top up and cozy.
I love her from my office window, smiling up at me, waiting.
I love her at the stop lights, waiting, and then ... after.
I love her under the burning sun, feeling my skin start to blaze.
I love her with passengers, seeing the smile on their faces.
I love her in the turns, when her rear end swings out.
I love her when I fill her up with gas, careful not to drip.
I love her on the way home.
I love her at night, when I can see the moon I never noticed before.
I loved her once, when her hard top was on, when I drove her home from the dealer.