I'm worried about my girlfriend, Rose the Subaru,. (You know, she's from Japan -- all the language in the interior and under the hood is in kanji!)
We've been going out and sleeping together for over 3 months. Some nights when it's just me, Rose and the guitar, well....sometimes we just lay back and look out the skylight and the stars, and in the morning, we wake up snuggled together -- 2 happy souls on the road.
She loves to travel, and she has a taste for Mozart, books-on-CD, and gangster hip-hop. After a good cleaning, she doesn't look half her years [1995 -- but don't tell her I said that!] She drinks a bit more oil than I think is healthy, but I look the other way. Whatever Rose wants, she gets.
For Waitingi Day, I bought her a new alternator and battery. I bought her a new stereo last November. And I try to keep her happy with air and fluids. Sometimes I tickle her under the hood. She likes that.
The only time we had a falling out was when I was sleeping on Gaspar's boat. In the morning, she'd play dead (total jealous behavior), and I'd have to jump her.
And then there was the day I beat her. My last girl was a 4X4, and I could throw her around a bit. But, well, one day I drank too many Diet Cokes and really smacked her front left bumper pretty good. I'm sorry, honey. I'll buy you a new one -- I promise.
The reality is, that we both know that this is a summer fling. If we really got serious about the whole relationship, how could Rose come to California? I'm certainly not prepared to stay here in NZ just for her.
Alas, this relationship won't last. I just hope Rose doesn't do something really spiteful before I leave..
Reminds me of that Paul Simon song: "50 Ways to Leave your Mazda".
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