A Yellow Dog Smile

At the beginning I said: ‘’Who are you?’ And he said: ‘Where am I?’ There was a lot of confusion. We were strangers to each other. Each time I got in, I felt as if I was invading someone else’s space. I remember that first high-revved bumpy take off, and discovering that, yes, the brakes worked. But we’ve gradually got used to each other. I worried that his paint job looked a bit garish. I love it now. Maris was the nicest car I ever had, but Yellow Dog is the most fun to drive.