Ode to The Old Car

I love my old car almost as much as my wife,
When you consider Ive had them for most of my life.
Although one is a car and the other a woman,
You realize that really, theyve so much in common.
The back end has sagged from where it once sat, 
And the carpets are worn and in need of a mat.
Shes a mind of her own and is harder to steer,
And we now climb the Range in a much lower gear.
Her ducos all wrinkled and could do with a buff,
But despite her age, shes still terribly tough.
Shes less fuel efficient and her joints are all stiff,
And theres a horrible rumble somewhere in the diff.
The starter does whine, but it still gets her going,
And theres an oil stain on the floor, that seems to keep growing.
Her body could do with a tuck and a nip,
And whenever she coughs, the radiator does drip.
The spark is weaker, than once used to be,
But she still turns over, when I turn on the key.
I oft lift the bonnet for just a short peak
Whats underneath, still makes the knees go all weak,
Her lights are now dull and its harder to see,
But my memories are as bright as ever to me.
Im wedded to them both and neither Ill lend,
Cause we now relish the ride, rather than reaching the end.