Carpe Diem means damn that car

"How old is this car?"

"It's a 1984 model. Part of the first lot."

"It works still?"

"It uses up equal proportion of petrol and resolve to work."

"Resolve?"

"Yes, resolve! Mine!"

"I don't understand."

"I meditate for a few minutes prior to getting into the car to build my resolve. If I am having a bad day, the meditation does not help. On such days, I leave the car wherever it is and hail an auto or taxi. No one bothers to even touch this car and so it is safe. Sometimes, it ends up being a profitable affair. The benevolent in this city, stick in money under the wiper."

"If its that bad, why don't you sell it."

"Oh! That bloody mechanic of mine is responsible for my not selling it."

"How?"

"Every time I decide to sell the and take it for a final overhaul, he throws a spanner in the works."

"How so?"

"He seems to read my intent and starts reeling off praises about the car. 'Oh! What a beautiful car. The engine is the best. They don't make engine like this anymore. It can continue working like this for a century. The suspensions were designed to be used during landing of planes. Same technology sir! You can even run it down a hill and the suspension will not have problems. Beautiful car sir. You are lucky to have it. Don't ever sell it sir.' That bloody fellow says it with such conviction that I actually end up kissing the car soon after the service. Not the mature forehead type of kiss; a full blown passionate kiss. You know what's worse? These days I can feel it responding too."

"You are making love to a car?"

"Seems so."