Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Autopsych breakdown

She is smooth on the outside; bright headlights, softly treaded tires, shining hubs.  Her body appears dent-free as every chip has been painted over easily.  She runs smoothly, engine humming a sweet melody to the landmarks she passes, and to the men who judge her.  
The one man treats her with respect; keeping her on-road and away from potholes and the big rocks that pepper the street.  Sometimes he forgets who she is, and he drives her onto the side of the road where she hisses and sputters, and he fumes in return.  It is times like these that he realizes just how weathered his beauty's interior truly is--the crumpled tissues in the corner of the front seat; the several missing seatbelts, clipping device sticking out haphazardly; the glove box, held closed with a short bungee cord; torn leather seats.  
Now she'll refuse to run.  Her starter can be testy when she feels ill-treated.  He normally tries to ignore the flashing "Check Engine" sign, as she herself so often does, because although he knows she needs a tune-up something fierce, she denies it every time she runs, and every time she heats the interior, although that system is rarely ever workable.
She can go for miles and miles without puttering out and breaking down, but those times in between can be dull and lengthy--her anger is not untested, her irritations blatantly expressed.  She grows more angry when he does not seem to notice that her voice is deepening, the engine is rattling harsher, and the brake pedal is sinking to the floor.  At these times her fury increases, and he is often startled when he loses control of the wheel, and suddenly she goes crashing into the bank, sometimes nearly killing him.  
He continues to drive her, unperturbed.  The both of them will continue to ignore their "Check Sanity" signs, until he or she makes the final crash, and neither makes it through. 

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