Thank you for being together, come on. "Esso Black Brother" Suzuki J413

Thank you for being together, come on. "Esso Black Brother" Suzuki J413

I still remember the first day I met well. It wasn't a special day. It was a normal day like life still didn't know where to go. That black car was parked still. The color was not shiny. The body was scratched. The time marks were full. Looking at it, I knew that it had passed a lot. Many people saw it and shook their faces. Some people warned. Some people directly asked if I was sure to take this car. But I felt something like looking at someone who had been through a heavy life too, tired for a lot of falling but still standing. I wasn't thinking about worthiness. I wasn't thinking about image. I just thought that if we took good care of each other, we should go on. Together.

Since that day, Black Esso has been in my life without getting to know much. Every morning I have to leave my house, whatever my mood, just walk to the car, open the door, sit down, twist the keys, and the engine sounds like, "Let's go, that's enough."

Black Esso is not a strong car, not a fast car, not a car that anyone sees and has to turn to look at, but it is an honest car. Twist the keys and stick. It doesn't bend. It doesn't take me racing. It doesn't take me to show off. But it takes me to get through the streets together. Good road, broken road, dirt road, muddy road, unnamed road. Some days are so sunny that the steering wheel is so hot. Some nights it rains so hard that I can't see the way. But Black Esso still takes me slowly, not in a hurry. It teaches me that life doesn't have to be fast. Just don't stop.

There were times when I sat behind the wheel quietly, not playing music, letting the engine sound as a friend, some days tired, some days discouraged, some days feeling like I was on the wrong track, this car saw me on the worst day, saw me on the day when the money in my pocket was barely there, saw me on the day I didn't know what to do tomorrow, but it never asked, never judged, never left, it just did my best job, and that's why I respect it so much.

Scratches on the hull for others can be a blemish, but for me it's a story. Stone spatter marks, twig marks, small rust marks are travel records like people. The more we go through, the more there are marks, but those marks make us us. Black Esso is the same. It's not beautiful, but it has stories.

Of course, there are days that can't be done, there are days that need to be parked on the side of the road, sometimes the machine has a problem, sometimes the system, I have a head, a sigh, a light swearing, but I never thought to leave, because I know that no one is perfect, the car is like a person, to take care of each other, every time we change parts, we understand more, we know what it likes, what it doesn't like, where to cherish it, it's not a burden, it's a bond.

Many trips, Black Esso is not just a car, but it is a place to stay, is a place to hide the rain, is a seat to think of life, the cushion may not be soft, the area may not be wide, but peace of mind is real. One night I sat in the car, looked out of the mirror, was quiet, thought of home, thought of people, thought of the future that has not yet arrived. This car listened to me quietly, like a friend who doesn't have to give advice. Just stay with me.

Some people in my life have come and gone. Some people have just disappeared. Some people have left a trail to remember. But Black Esso is still the same place. Always ready. No matter when, do not demand, do not boast, do not want anything but care, and I am willing to take care of it as it has always taken care of me. Who would say that the old car, I do not argue, it is really old, but what is never old is a feeling, is a memory, is a kilometer that we have passed together. The new car may be beautiful, the strong car may be cool, but the car that takes us through life is much more valuable than that.

I don't know if Esso and I will part ways one day, no one knows the future, but today, now I still want to tell you briefly that thank you, thank you for never leaving, thank you for taking me where I don't dare to go, thank you every morning, every evening, every engine sound, every drop of oil, Suzuki J413 may just be a model name, but for me it's "Esso Black Brother," a companion, a life teacher, and a memory who still runs on the street, thank you for being together.

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