Poor baby

Dear Car (I think your name is Timothy, but that just doesn't seem quite right),

I missss you. Mostly your air conditioning, your smooth brakes, and your familiarness (not a word. Roll with it). Please come back soon; I'm afraid to drive to Santaquin without you. And don't let this be the impetus for further problems!!

Love,

Me

PS: That temporary white Volkswagen will never take your place!