You dreamed about me for years - not me specifically, but the idea of me, the freedom, the life having me would bring. You looked and looked, did test-drives with other models until you knew what you wanted … what you needed. For several months you walked by me, still looking at others then, one day you saw me, took a second look and decided to take me for a spin. Immediately you knew! I was a thrill and yet I was comfortable at the same time, all the features you wanted and added benefits you realized you couldn’t live without … neither of us could have been happier then when you made me yours and brought me home. Those first years were incredible, I took you places, kept you safe while letting you fly, wind in your hair, always dependable, reliable and still powerful enough to surprise you when you wanted to push the envelope. Others were envious of you and you were proud of me, caring, attentive to my needs and interested in what would make us better together. Even through the first dings and scratches you worked to buff things out and repair the damage because I was yours and you were mine.

Then you stopped caring.

You stopped driving or even enjoying the ride. My appearance faded, parts rusted so they no longer moved freely, I was parked off to the side, you would see me … and ignore me like you were embarrassed at what I had become due to your neglect. I think about what we were like, remember all you had invested to make me special, keep us running … much older now, I would be a classic, a hot commodity, in demand … if you would only invest in me a little, spend a few moments, an attempt to restore anything would reveal what once was …

But you don’t. You probably won’t. I sit now covered with dust and debris, we have memories but no new experiences to share … I am a burden, a rusted hulk … I am discarded.