That's all I ever want off people: their car. I appreciate cars. I understand them. I see the reason why every drop of sweat that has hit the ground during the engineering of a car has done so. I love cars. Everything about them. The way they look, the way they smell, the way they sound, they way they feel, the way they drive, even the way they hurt when they are abused. It's almost as if they talk to me. I can't speak their language though so I take care of them, look after them, drive them the way they like to be driven, wash them when they are dirty and sad, fix them when they are broke and mad. I can understand why people think I'm crazy. They are right, cars don't have feelings, you can't make a car happy. What was I thinking? Some people call it an obsession some people call it an illness. Most illnesses have a cure. I think theonly person who can cure this is me and I'm far from a doctor.

Roy (HMP YOI )