scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
The sun had just set over the desert landscape, casting a warm orange glow over everything in sight. I was standing next to my baby - a Hummer H1 Alpha Pickup truck that I'd lovingly nicknamed "Bertha". She was a beast of a vehicle, with a V8 engine and 4-wheel drive capable of tackling even the toughest terrain. And I had to say, she looked pretty good too - all black and sleek, with a few well-placed scratches here and there giving her a bit of character.
I'd always been fascinated by these big, tough trucks, ever since I was a little girl growing up in the country. There was something about the way they could handle anything you threw at 'em that just spoke to me on some deep level. And Bertha, well... she was more than just a pretty face (or should I say, a pretty body?). She had real heart and soul - and I'd grown quite attached to her over the years.
I took a moment to admire my handiwork as I stood there next to Bertha. I'd spent countless hours detailing her, making sure every inch of her was perfect. And when I got done, well... let's just say she looked good enough to eat (and if you know what I mean, I might just have a little secret stash of treats hidden away somewhere...). But for now, I just stood there and enjoyed the view - my hand on Bertha's door handle, feeling
