Writing exercise-"Old reliable"

As soon as I step outside the cold wind hits me like a wall. My ears punctured by the screaming sound of the winters wind. I didnt think it would get this windy, so I only brought a light jacket. I step over puddles of water, while the sun tries to reach me through the dark gray clouds. The journey is cold and treacherous but I finally approach my her.

There she is, old reliable. Since I got here early in the morning, I had the privilege of getting a spot near the front of the parking garage.There are 2 stories to this parking garage but the top is the best because it leads straight to the road to get out of the mall. Getting a spot near front before the late afternoon holiday rush is a god send. My poor girl, waiting all day in the Texas cold for me. While it’s not the nicest car in the world, my 2009 avalon definitely gets the job done. For the past 7 years she has yet to fail me. Kudos to the Japanese, they know damn well how to make a reliable car. If the scrapes and dents on my front bumper could talk they would tell war stories.

I insert the key into the car door and quickly get out of the cold and into the car. A wash of the black little tree’s “new car scent” hits my face. I sit down into the squeaky leather seats. “Old reliable” i whisper to myself as i put the keys into the ignition, well, I say that and then of course, my engine starts to turn over, but doesn’t turn on. “Ok” I think to myself “its not used to the cold just need to try it a couple more times”. I try again... no luck. “fuck” i say to myself out loud. I loathe the cold with a passion, and now I feel it reaching into my bones, making me shiver. I hold myself in my jacket just a little bit tighter. I could use some warm air and my seat warmers right about now. I try again and i hear the sputtering go on for about 12 seconds when a raven lands on the hood of my car. I stop trying to turn on the car for a second. The bird look at me and shakes its head in an animal-like way. The bird is now staring at me intently with its head tilted while I start cranking the engine again. The raven shakes its head again in its animal-like way, and at this point I'm starting to take this as a sign from God. Maybe it’s just one of those days. Under my shaky breath I manage to mutter “what the hell do you want?” again the bird shakes its head. I raise my voice at the bird again “ Not everyone can afford the newest car you know”, and the bird shakes its damn head again. I’m done with his shenanigans and honk my horn, one last time he shakes his head at me and flies away into the grey sky. What the hell do birds know about cars anyways. I turn my key again, turning over the engine for about 12 seconds and finally it starts up. I turn my heat all the way up and turn my heated seats on high. I’ve never been more grateful for modern engineering. Now only if my car would heat up faster than in 3 minutes. While I wait for my car to heat up, I plug my phone into the Aux port. I had to recently buy a new aux cord because my new phone takes one of those usb c ports. But I mean, of course its worth it what else would I do while driving? Sit in my oqn deafening silence?  I queue up “Serenade to music” by Vaughn Williams, shift the car into reverse, and slowly back out of my nice “close to the front” parking space. I make a left turn out of the parking lot and start my trek home.