I've had three vehicles since I started driving

They all have been increasingly less masculine

My first vehicle was a red pickup truck

I'd haul random shit or my friends in it across town

I'll never have another love like my first

Then came the Buick

It had no radio for the longest time

Many songs were sang and shared in there

I'll always remember the day she died in my arms

Now

Currently

I have a miserable old bitch

A blue mini van who has grown more cantankerous with each day

But she gets the job done and is still faithful, to my knowledge

I've always referred to my vehicles as "her" or "she"

Maybe that's why they never work out for me