Tried something a bit different here.

One of the few ways in which I actually do fit with American stereotypes is that I really love my car. ^..^ It's my first car still, an '89 Chevy Cavalier station wagon formerly belonging to my late grandmother. Being thoroughly plastered with dragony bumper stickers and steering wheel and seat covers, I affectionately call it the Dragon Wagon.

So when I saw the new Transformers movie last summer, this idea wouldn't leave me alone. I think he's cute. And I picture that even as a giant robot his windshield wipers still go off at random times for no evident reason.