My parents are incredibly nice.
They gave me a car.
It's a minivan, but it runs and gets me from A to B.
I named her Gertrude Stein.
I think because people assume she's a lesbian.
...and writes poetry.
Recently Gertrude and I have been having some issues. She has decided to make her power steering stop working. Which means whenever I need to get in and out of parking spots that I look like an idiot who doesn't know how to park. In case you didn't know a minivan is a fairly heavy car, so no power steering also means that I am getting an incredible lower arm workout which nobody actually needs... unless you're a juggler. It also means I look like a fool when I have to two-arm-manhandle any turn I make when I'm driving around as well. I imagine people often think very little of me when I'm dealing with Gertrude's steering problems.
In conclusion Gertrude and I have something in common... we are falling apart with age.