The cars we drive....

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I come out of the house each morning, coffee in one hand and car keys in the other. Hubby has long gone in the good car and facing me is old yeller my ex taxi. I crawl in and settle down. I place the key in the ignition and say to the car. Come on baby don't let me down. She roars to life and I have to keep my foot gingerly on the gas peddle until it warms a bit and wakes up. Then off I go. I turn the radio on so I don't have to listen to the engine because every sound out of the ordinary makes me think it is going to stop on me. When she is not feeling well I plan my routes around the best places to break down. When I get to work I thank my car. I love my car and actually chose to drive the old beaten taxi over our nicer car and let hubby drive that one. I like my old car because I can pop the hood and actually identify parts and can sometimes fix things. In the fancy car as I call it I can't tell what anything is. I think the reason behind me driving old beaten cars is because since the day I learned to drive I have pretty much driven old cars. I think I like the rush of not knowing if I will make it to where I am going or not. I also find when I do drive a good car I still don't trust it. I keep thinking the engine is too quiet and it must be going to stall. So my question to you is when you hop in your car and turn the ignition do you say a little prayer or do you have complete faith in your car that it will start and get you to where you are going?