Brave little toaster Lucy Macfarlan

I feel really weird about writing this blog post, I am in no way a person who has any focus on material objects and I don't really think about them much. I really like my car a lot though so I'll write about it. It's a used black Volkswagen Jetta.
 It was a cold and snowy and I knew I had to be careful because of the ice, but I just had to get out of the driveway for a little while, and what better time than 2 am on a frigid Tuesday? I was cautious to keep my lights down as I left the driveway, I didn't want her to know I could do what I was doing. She was a good driver and all, she took care of me, but she was cautious, never pulling any of the  fast, freeing Maneuvers that I loved so much. I would just be gone for a little while, she would never even know that I was missing. Once I finally got out onto the big open country roads, I let my brights go on and I raced over the hills and sharp turns with wreckless abandon. It wasn't until the tinge of pink started to permeate the horizon that I even remembered that I had to go home.