One of the things I have noticed since I started riding seriously was how much of your time a car actually demands from you. Each is a child that must be nutured, and have your attention.
What my car wanted to day was a new tyre. Like my son Guy when he cries to be feed, it is a need that must be met immediately. A tyre with a nail through it is hard to ignore.
So I drove to my meeting today at Strathpine, then took the car in for his new tyre. "His" new tyre? When did I start personalising my car? Interestingly, my bike does not have a gender nor an identity. When we are confronted with the time and psychological investment we make in cars, it's a bit disturbing.
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