The second third year

You are the second one that I am entering the third year with. And while that says a lot about you, it does highlight my new found affinity for things that aren’t flimsy. It doesn’t stop me from lusting after other eight cylinder variants but your four cylinders with a turbo are for now, for me, more than satisfactory.

I am utterly amazed how quickly the last two years have gone. You have been my ambassador. You have been the constant amongst the new; the white when it got dark and the bright when it got sunny. You have been the dry when it rained and the cool when it’s been hot.

And while the weather in the last two years ‘wechselhaft war’, the Bavarian in you has held fast. We travelled to new countries, we revisited the old ones. You had me change your tires but I didn’t mind. You received much lesser washes than you deserve but you seem to understand my struggles when it comes to German car washes. You chauffeured my parents in the summer peacefully and speedily on the Autobahns. You waited peacefully on crowded Stuttgart streets, while I went about making purchasing decisions that changed lives.

You are the dutiful one. You are the one that bears my routine and awaits the new. You are comfortable with your narrow torque band and your weird profile gait.

You are my one series; a diminutive number that I cannot fall out of love with.