“Look through the windshield and not through the rear view always”

Why it always need to be a bearded guy or a nerdy girl to write something? This time it’s gonna be me…yup I’m an Ambassador …I’m a car. My job is to transport….errr rather I picked up travel in this era! Yes I love travelling coz’ who doesn’t right? What makes my rev noticeable from other cars…I do have a character. I’m an emotional piece of metal assembled as a car. Since ’88, I’m being driven around places and still not tired about it. One thing I am proud of is I’m not just transporting my family…I’m travelling along with them and enjoying a bit more since I have the upper hand of enjoying the nature before they do. For all those thinking about the year, yes I’m running young with a mileage of 31 years. For that dork who droves me these days is thinking that he had found love for travel from his heart. But let me hush you the secret that him watching me standing on my four rubber legs under the shed without even a shower for days made him to freshen me up and roar again! and start to TRAVEL. So we started early in the morning and tried to haul through early traffic and this dork just messed up by not filling me up with my juice the before night. I was in the brink of going dry and fortunately we found a flammable juice corner to fill and pamper me up a little and yes we started……………….Wait , why the hell is this guy taking this route which prolongs our journey more unnecessarily? It seems that he was going dry getting famished and just because to eat in that hotel where they serve idiyappam and paya early for breakfast he took this long route Sigh! Alright let’s really go this time and after crossing some Kms, all of a sudden out of nowhere suddenly he thought himself as P.C Sreeram and took his camera to click photos along the journey. Like all those so called camera freaks, even he started to take the Cliché Macro flower shots or the sky.. I was like SERIOUSLY? …… And there comes the noon we decided to skip the “filling up session” as we both had good meal in the morning and started to roar further. We went crazy where he started to sing by catching up the shruthi from my metal heart beat noise which was tolerable for both of us only for a while. We sometimes raced govt buses with pedal to the metal like a rabbit and mowed like a tortoise near these latest kids. While this game was going on, all of a sudden there came a guy to spoil our travel mood in an intersection with his moped where I had to screech all my legs to halt and not hit his ass.. With all the cuss words to share, we moved further