I’ve known her for over a year … and in that time, I think we’ve become close. I guess you could say we sort of have a relationship. It’s a love-hate relationship.

I’m talking about my SUV. She doesn’t have a name, but she is dependable, loyal, and pretty.

But seriously, does she have to shock me every single time I touch her? I cringe every time I reach for the door handle … it’s really funny to see my face in the window reflection. But every single time … for the love … and it hurts too. Now I know what a DeLorean feels like with 1.21 gigawatts of electricity shooting through her.

Well, maybe not. I do tend to exaggerate things. But it was a good excuse to use a Back To The Future reference.