Yesterday, my brother and I had to go to the Home Depot to buy a new stand up shower to install in our house.  I swear, that little Sidekick I've had for 10 years now has NEVER let me down.  There was no way the huge box was going to fit in my brothers Cavalier so I took off my spare tire, threw into my brother's trunk, shut my tailgate, grabbed the box, lifted one end into the back and slid it in all the way to the front seats and that was it.  About half was sticking up in the air, but the hard top window came down just enough to give it a downward slop, tied with a string, and off we went.
I don't know if the rest of you feel this way about your vehicles...but I swear, I LOVE my Sidekick...it's almost like a person to me.  I caress it, I touch it, I tell I love it...am I nuts?
I've spent SOOO much time in my ride that I am emotionally tied to it.  A few years ago, when I used to park outside on my street, some worthless punk smashed my drivers side mirror.  The glass was not broken, but the housing was messed up.  I swear I sat at my kitchen table for hours depressed beyond belief and finally got up to duct tape the wounds.
It's taken me to work, my entire working life thus far, it's taking me on road trips, to the beach, to other towns and cities and it's always been good to me.
I don't think I will be able to part with it ever...and if I did, I would imagine that I would never be the same for the rest of my life.