I got my Pantera almost ten years ago now. Before I got my car I was a nobody, a dweeby engineer who was completely invisible to anyone under the age of thirty. No one liked me, most probably thought of me as a awaste of good air and a useless taker upper of space. Then I got my car and I became DeTom. Suddenly my life changed. I had an identity, I aquired a pesonality, but mostly I finally got a clue. So now I have realized, if anything ever happens to the car, or if I decided to sell it, I would cease to exist once again. I would again be a nobody mindless lsug, nose bloodied by the grindstone, uninteresting to the point of painfullness even. So I own Pantera, therefore I am.
But just today I was thinking, she needs me as much as I need her. Who else would put up with her??? Not many. Well ok a few guys here might, but if I catch you eyeing her, I will, I will, er probably say thanks, but anyway if it wasn't for me, she would probably be out in a farmers field somewhere rotting into nothingness. Well maybe not, but I like to be dramatic.
So you see, my car needs me. I, need my car. So we have this perverse thing going on. So, do you think maybe I should contact Jerry Springer???
"Squeel your tires, squeel your tires"!! 