Gas Tank Marked "Full"

I love driving, that feeling of freedom and action, of going somewhere, especially when the gas tank is full. There's something almost pure and unsullied about the act of driving itself (notwithstanding other road drivers and/or the price of gas) which I cherish, especially on quiet, empty roads.

And when I say I love to drive, I mean it literally, excluding the thought of parking, and other bugbears. It's that feeling I have when I'm behind the steering wheel, which is unbeatable.

My only regret is that my faithful little car, brave and steadfast though she is, lacks the necessary engine power, but she makes up for it by her maneuverability.

I love her very much, pokiness and all, and I will definitely miss her when the time comes for us to part.