my car

 Something is happening to me. Historically my cars are part of me. They transport me geographically and psychologically. My last car had several small annoyances, this car has none of that. This car has been a blessing, but not perfect. It's been in the shop, and they fixed it. My last car went in the shop, but they didn't fix it. I'm old, the car isn't the ego trip cars used to be. It's still part of me, but less so. I'm less and the car means less to me. It's sad.