She was covered in gold. The gold was glowing as the sun's rays reflected off of her. All eyes were on her. She didn't have to do anything, her looks said it all. I wanted her, and in time I would have her. I touched her gently and began to run my hands all over

her. Her surface was as smooth as silk and she was kind of warm. I could not resist the temptation. I jumped right in head first; not caring who was watching. I was all smiles. She smelled so good. I asked my mom for her name, and she said it was Betsy. I looked at my mom curiously and replied, "Wasn't that the name of our old car?"

At least I don't have to share her with anyone else, she is all mine. Who was it that said, "Never judge a book by its cover" or "It's not what is on the outside, it's what is on the inside". Whoever said those things, do not have to see a dinosaur parked next to a new species. There once was a time, when people thought "New Yorker" was inscribed on the car because it was from New York. Maybe it is time to retire her. If I traded her in, I may even get seven hundred dollars; but I don't think I will. Nowadays, they give cars a face lift that would remind you of yesterday. Maybe that is what I will do.

Now look at her, father time has taken its toll on her. The car is a dinosaur compared to the younger, swifter cars. The car's gracefu

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