A Letter to My Cars

Dearest Honda and Sweet Prius,

I have a confession to make. After years of being faithful to you, I've found someone new. I am infatuated with Matt's Subaru Impreza STi. In fact, though it may be too soon to tell, I think I'm in love. I can't be with the STi forever - it would never work (since I'm only borrowing it) - so I plan on staying with you for the family. But from now on, every time I drive you, I won't be able to help thinking about the Subaru. I'm so sorry.

I don't know if it's the snazzy blue color that I can't seem to stay away from (like my brother's Audi S4) or the fact that it has a 6 gear manual transmission, Brembo brakes, firm suspension, and more than 300 hp, but something about it just makes me shiver.

I know that I'm right now addicted to the excitement of the speed and acceleration and that one day I would miss your warm, safe embrace of familiarity, but I will never feel the same way about you again. Honda, you have always been there for me, no matter what. You have been a welcome dose of normalcy through turbulent years of change. Prius, you are at once quirky and sensible, and your oddness is endearing. I will always hold a special place in my heart for everything you stand for and all you represent.

But neither of you are fast enough for me. Neither of you has suede racing seats. Neither of you have a throaty exhaust that tickles my ears as I accelerate away from stop lights. I can't count on you for the thrills I desperately need in my increasingly routine life.

I love you both and always will, though you're more like cherished friends after so many years. I finally have they keys to a car that makes me feel sexy. I want to get dressed up to drive the STi. It's just hotter than you... and I'm so sorry.

Sincerely,
Melissa