Dear Zyvelles,
I don't know why you are named Zyvelles. I don't think it's a good name. But you are my husband's car, and my husband is strange (I mean really, that's why I love him), and he named you Zyvelles.
You are very burgundy. Kind of bulgey almost. But you have really good pick up. I would know; my husband wouldn't accelerate as quickly as he does driving you if you didn't. It's been interesting knowing you over the years. It's been about three and a half years now, since we were first acquainted, and over time you have become very special to me. I've driven you more than a few times and helped wash you and sat in you for hours on long car trips. And now you're gonna be my temporary car until summer comes, when my husband and I will be together and I will have no volunteering obligations (so I don't have to always schlep around). I think we'll get along well. Especially at the gas pump. And I think I will see better at night since you have nice headlights. And you also have five star crash ratings across the board if I'm not mistaken, so...that's comforting. Anyway, on the whole, you're a really really really awesome car, so much better than Birdy (OMG already over her). We will have fun.
Welcome to the route,
Allison
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