People name their cars.
I'd be hard pressed to really give you her version of what we've been through. Good-bye to Spain was not without tears. The Mantis didn't get emotional, however, cool as chromoly. I recall the orange blossoms and olive trees, Mediterranean sun, rocky shale of Spanish buttes, the industrial complex of Tarragona, prostitutes tempting truckers at road side, Barcelona's freeways, coastal rain and fierce winds, and camping in the woods over twinkling villages. An 18-wheeler nearly tossed me into a cement ditch.