I have fallen in love. With a car. This is not something I would have expected of myself, not just because I am an unabashed, problematical, die-hard Romantic, in the most conventional 'human' sense, but because I don't like machines. So I have been trying to analyse the reasons why:
Apart from a £400 beaten-up old black Ford Something (containing a supersonic engine that someone had inserted for a laugh) which I bought with my Life Savings aged 18, and which lasted for a princely 5 months before being towed off for scrap (mistakenly, but then I thought, yeah, good idea), this new Love of my Life is the FIRST CAR I HAVE EVER PURCHASED ENTIRELY ON MY OWN.
Conclusion: A late-bloom exultation in the power to choose.
- My new love is very beautiful - shiny sleek charcoal with a silver trim. It doesn't have many miles on the clock and is only ONE AND A HALF YEARS OLD! (All previous (jointly) purchased cars have bee... ... uite old.) Conclusion: A shallow falling-fall-for-appearances.
- The boot opens if you press and hold a button on the car key. Pressing another button closes it. I am very keen on this function. Indeed, I LOVE this function. Maybe because I have a bad back (as most writers do). Maybe because the boot of my previous car required what I shall call wrestling. Conclusion: Not seeing the wood for the trees. Being 'blinded' by the trees, one might say.
- This car works!!!!!!!!! For decades (ask any friends) previous aforementioned (quite old) cars often... idn't work - breakdowns, seizures, bits falling off, I could write a novel entitled 'Car Disasters'. The real sadness of the tale being that even the smoothly functioning periods were never enjoyable because I knew they wouldn't last. Because, in other words, I had no faith in the vehicles. Conclusion: I love this car because I have faith in it.
In summary then: Surprise. Exultation. Physical attraction. Blindness. Faith.
I told you it was Love.