Car Facts

There's a cute little number!

My son called this morning and offered to run a check on our cars. It seems he has subscribed to a car-fact checking service and all you need is the VIN number to get the report.
I gave him the VIN for my beloved truck, in which I am well pleased and unduly proud. Within seconds he produced the history, or should I say biography of my venerated vehicle. I had always thought that I was the second owner of my 95 Toyota truck, but to my disappointment I discovered that I am #5.
I'm reeling with shock; I wasn't ready for this news. It's like finding out I'm my husband's fifth wife! My truck was even AUCTIONED at one point. The slut! Things will never be the same between us. No more affectionate stroking of its firm fenders. No more private little baths in the driveway. The magic is gone.
 I wanted to run checks on all my past cars but the service doesn't have information from that far back. I couldn't bear to find out that I was not the second owner of my 1951 Cadillac.
I'm done with fact-checking cars.