I just had to cut this from the WIP. It made me laugh, though, so I thought I'd at least post it here.

He could do this. It was just like riding a bike.

A bike that had once told him it loved him, took him to places he'd never imagined, and then dumped him when it found someone cuter and blond.

And then came back to run him over.

And tell him that it was happy with how things had ended. Everything was better now.

He frowned. Maybe he should look into a different mode of transportation.