has nearly 30 years and is beautiful. With it I had the most stable relationship of my life, I would not have changed anything in the world, but the years do not go in vain and my family said it could not be, as too old for me and I sure do not see me dating her. But I love her with all my heart, we know since I was nine years and have always been in love with her. She led me to all parties has been warm and protective shell that we all need in our lives. But it has had to leave, we have been separated. At least, it became one last trip together, listening to songs by Quique Gonzalez rolled into one thing that has happened less often than we both would have liked.
She is Merche, the old Mercedes 250, my father, the car of my life. "But Vitote why a girl's name?" . First, because it came as standard, as Roger is not my Ford Fiesta, which earned the name he callback request. Mercy is not a car, is "ma voiture" . It is difficult to start with it, at first unsure of your time, do not know what gives you such jerks, why it seems to have its own life, because you want to be she who governs you, not you to it. You must make your clutch, handle it with delicacy and precision, if you're rough with Merche, will punish you, the hate, but you can not resist it and end up succumbing to its softness and comfort. Driving during these years has been COMPIC, we had our brushes, I did not touch her, she beat me with a jerk of hell, tortured me and made me hate parked every time he made a strange little sound. At the end succumbed to it. Who would have thought it would be me who do him his last trip?. On Sunday morning, the road that we met along the road where I drove for the first time. It was then that I realized what we had been together, how perfect it was, despite its demands and how it was going to miss.
The goodbye was hard, my father, my mother and I left dormidita in his new room. The nostalgia is upon us, everyone thought the time had more meaning attached to Merche. I'll stick with the summer we became "ma voiture" , souvenir bags with endless travel at odd hours, with heating gave me a headache and your air "conditioning time" with the heat of July in the English steppe ... So many moments to Merche.
may meet again soon, maybe this is just a so long, I do not know, but either way, I do know is that it will always be a part of me.
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