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A little too anthropomorphic for me.

Naming an inanimate object seems to imply a relationship.
It's just a machine.
A fun one that I enjoy immensely, but one that I would get rid of in a heartbeat if I wanted something else more.

And I wouldn't feel bad about it.

I guess I feel totally different about it. I just sold my old, worn out, 76 blazer for $400 and I felt a slight twinge when it left the pasture. I hate selling any of my machines, even the ones that have outlived their usefullness. Although I don't name them, I feel a certain, almost subliminal bond with my cars, bikes and trucks. I know this sounds nuts, but I have, with rare exception, had incredibally good "luck" with most of my motor vehicles through the years. Is that because I take good care of them and the mechanical bits work better because of the regular maintenence?... or is it because on some kind of metaphyisical,unseen plane the machine is responding to a positive, almost affectionate care?

Fidelis et Fortis