My Darling TA,

I am counting the hours until we can be together again. Waiting for the endless frigid winter winds to cease their blowing, for temperatures to rise, for warm spring air to beckon us to answer the summons of the open road. I know you want it too; you miss me just as much as I miss you.

From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew we were destined to be together.

Your bronze metallic sheen sparkling in the balmy sun, accented by the thin golden lines framing your sleek curves. The majestic phoenix, fiery plumage resplendent across your glinting hood, reposing in a state of honor, regal presence guarding the realm.

You complete me. I am the pilot, the guide on this journey. You are my royal chariot, your deep baritone purring; keeping time to the beating of my quivering heart. The pulsing vibrations reverberate through my being. Pains and worries float away through the unveiled t-top, as the gentle breeze ruffles my hair.

From the moment I slide into the seat of honour behind the wheel, and turn the key, our shared adoration takes flight. Slipping into reverse and pressing down on the pedal, the rendezvous that awaits us on the horizon fills me with anticipation. Gliding onto our route, the familiar sweet scents of sultry summer air mingle with the subtle hint of gasoline.

You make me feel young again, the comforting glow of nostalgia; I am transported back to a simpler time. Cruising the countryside, the soothing hum of your engine joins in the chorus resonating from the archaic cassette player: “Don’t stop believin, Hold on to that feelin”-etched in my mind forever-I will never stop believing in us, my love. I will cherish this glorious feeling for time everlasting.

I know you think you are ageing. Rest assured, I will be by your side to help you navigate the speed bumps and the potholes, steering you safely around the bends in the road. Working together as a well-oiled machine, we will ensure you are aligned, well-maintained, and polished to a dazzling gleam.

Always remember, you are not just a ‘car’. You are an icon, a legend in your time. As we coast the streets, the awe and adoration on the faces of onlookers is clear: they wish they could be me. There are no words to express the pride I feel at their admiration and envy. You are the talk of the town, my dear, and all mine.

As winter nears its end, I count the days until we can be together again. I am my best self when I am with you.

I remain,

Always and forever,

Your copilot in love.