Every car wants an owner. But only those who are worth enough receive one.
Cars work hard. The go to car school. And if they study hard enough, if they have exceptional determination, not just in a single subject, like air conditioning control, they can graduate with a high GPA. Once, a yellow VW bug graduated top of class in this way. He was a revved up engine as a reward. In car school, cars can take tests, as further demonstration of their excellence and of their ambition. This very bug received the top score in one of these tests, scoring about 99.9% of his peers. He received leather seating as a reward. Car school is filled with many other delights, through which dedication and passion can blossom, and success can follow. Our bug loved these. And, as you should do for many things you love, he pursued them. Through these pursuits, he became a Top Car, a reward only given to the most Renaissance of cars. He earned top of the line air cooling, heated seats, high traction tires, and even a gold plated steering wheel.
After graduating car school, cars apply to owners for ownership. This is a very stressful time for many cars. A time when they regret bunking Varying Speed Control I, or dropping the Race Car Training Team. But our little yellow Bug wasn’t afraid at all–you see he was the most incredible car of his class: he was top of everything, he had the finest accessories and he had the confidence. Unfortunately, however, this car was also naive. He was a yellow VW bug, after all, what significance would ever consider him? Most of the owners had a “strong preference” for black cars, or red cars because they had too many white ones, or too many yellow ones in their portfolio. And although our little bug could’ve painted him green, he’d be just a chip away from reality. No amount of glamour could ever cover up his silly chassis. Nobody worth anything would want something like a bug.
Our beloved bug rusts away in his dreams. He naively wishes for a better world, one when owners chose the cars for their decided performance, and not their given creation. He has a dream, that one day, his four little yellow bug babies might be given judgement not by the way they were born, but the character in which they have and the belief that they strive for. Nevertheless, even when other cars listen, and believe and act, he rusts away.
Some of us cars aren’t as naive as our little bug. But the owners don’t really care.