Good post.
I sometimes feel this way about my labour of love. Been together a while now however there is this nagging feeling that with each drive she isn't quite as exciting as she used to be.
Spent a lot of time and money caring for her, keeping her looking good and running well. Little modifications here to spark things up and make the partnership more harmonious.
Often I find myself looking at younger, sportier models. Fresh faced, earger and keen to go. The lure of new, mysterious territory is there. Spending time together, pushing the limit and finding where the boundaries lie. All the excitement I think I am looking for.
However as with everything complicated, it's by no means a straight, easy swap. There are all the issues that come with this path: unknown service history, unsympathetical previous owners, possible unreliability, having to start afresh weeding out all the niggles. Sadly even then after all that, theres a high chance of been left high and dry. To top it off I'm not sure I have it in me to go back through the blood sweat and tears again, just to get back to where I am now.
But then I see her, sitting there quitely, waiting for me after work. Her stunning good looks and elegant lines reminding me of what attracted me in the first place. I also remember all the good times, the fun we've had and the fact she hasn't ever let me down. Once inside and all the bad feelings disappear, her smooth running and perky delivery banish all doubt.
I realise I've become complacent and should really be grateful. The admiring looks she gets from passers-by a constant reminder that I've hooked a good 'un.