I have a car boyfriend.

He’s white, a few inches short of 14 feet long, 3200 pounds, beefy in all the right places, and he has an engine that could take him to the moon and back. He’s a simple mech – he’s perfectly happy hanging out with you in the driveway over beers, but I can feel it in the way he accelerates that what he really lives for are forgotten back country roadsĀ and deserted highways.

So excuse me for a bit while I enjoy the butterflies from this new relationship.

Not him, but close!

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