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Its metallic look, glassy eyes, I look every day. Turns to me and demanding attention. It is this hobby of mine to humanize the objects with whom I live.

Near the door of the house, spends his days and nights the body of an SUV ... A Land-Rover with more years than anyone. Yes, it is old ... the shell is wrinkles everywhere and has lost much luster ...¡¡ Oh, the years we hopelessly wrinkled!

My father owns. Years ago I bought it, but did not lead ever. That 'do their children. The gentleman who picked it up, and more too, could not handle "It does not address assisted and is pretty basic in their levers.

Yesterday afternoon, when we went for a walk around the house, we approached my father and I to the vehicle. The glaze of my father is seeing as it was and remember in the days of slaughter in the countryside among olive trees rolling, loading the olive green fruit, or mature for oil, or collecting wood for the home. I inherited my father's animistic spirit, because it tends to speak to the aluminum body and sheet metal as if it were a person:

- Oh, poor thing, that nobody remembers him! - That says it for me to feel guilty for not going more often to the field. For if my father was, all my free time I devoted to the field, because there's always plenty to do.

For the olive trees will have a special affection. In recent years, while thanking you were to approach them, to get out of Land, the first thing he did was kiss the branches and devote a few words of affection.

this morning, very early, I started to ride it. As I say, it's inconvenient, but one gets used to everything. I put the ignition and start without problems. He responded with his usual and hoarseness, while driving out moods that kept by the exhaust pipe.

- Oh, diossss ... I'll have to enter it again! Review will not fall. "I say to myself. I hope

resistance of iron and let it run. On the road continues to protest his belching, coughing and raucous farts ... When the paved road ends, we must address the olive farm and agricultural land. Over there is where it shows its true value. What good is an SUV, if not capable of moving unstable areas?

- Well, my friend ... now slowly and good lyrics ... -back to me and I tell him too.

I put the lever in low gear and I venture the loose soil. The first steps are faltering because the wheels do not grip well. Do not floor to accelerate, I leave a little to the air. He certainly knows the terrain goes up slow and confident. I try to take the wheel as firmly as I can and, finally, we reached the destination. To leave it to cool in the shade of a fig tree with the doors open.

While olive trees cleaned up, remove the snakes and it started to bother herbs, Land Rover expects impassive and rest. Takes to recover your heart beats and blood of your radiator is cooled slowly.

It is time to go home, heat press and I'm drenched in sweat. The dust of the earth permeates my skin and clothes. Pick up and return tools to get on the rump of my metal friend. Nothing more start, starts screaming .... you jumped the horn. Some puzzles me flustered and not know what to do. Just to stop it again, because something happens.
- What is it? ... You should have no obligation to come. "I say as I open the hood.
As I have little idea of \u200b\u200bmechanical medicine, I can not understand what is happening. Disconnect the wires from the horn and the driver's seat back. Again turn the ignition key and starts without shouting. Back
the people, by the dusty road, accompanied by the song of cicadas, I can not get my head off-road in their language I speak, I have only to pay attention. Now I have been asked not to stop to see a doctor, that is not good.
"Do not worry, I'll take the mechanic without fail. "I promise, while slapping his back.
parked outside the front door, waiting without question that I keep my promise.

This song is dedicated to metal friend, and all those who live their daily experiences with cold.