An Unexpected Bond With My Car
I have never been particularly fond of my car. My first car, a 2000-something Geo Prizm, was given to me by my aunt when I was 15 and lasted until I moved to New York City at 24.
It reliably got me through high school, college, and the first two years of my post-graduate life, despite receiving minimal care from me. When the power steering stopped working, a mechanic discovered that I had somehow damaged the steering column, causing all the power steering fluid to leak out.
I told him I would just drive it like that.
My current car, a 2014 Subaru Impreza, has received similar neglect and complaints. I drive it as infrequently as possible.
Author's summary: Developed unexpected bond with car despite neglect.