I took her out for a romp today. We ran to the top of Buffolow mountain. She took it with such ease. No challenge here. Then we headed through the gently sweeping highways of the area. I like gentle rolling hills and gradual sweepers. It lets you relax in comfort. Everything was so effortless. It refreshes me, renforces and fortifies me to face another week of the daily grind. It gives me an inner calm, like a drug without the nasty side effects. I can face the dreaded Monday morning of impatient co-workers and screaming bosses with the knowledge that she is waiting for me at home, ever ready to calm me and sooth my nerves.
Yes I still love my car after ten full years of ownership. Till death will we part. Her and I, prowling the lonely mountain roads together, content with knowing we own the mountain. It is ours and all others who challange will face only agonizing defeat at our hand. I am King of the mountain and she is my Queen. We will rule Buffolo mountain for as long as we so desire. All will bow before my Queen, for she is
PANTERA!!!!!!! 
