This was my first love, except mine was black and shone like a crystal clear lake. Her name was Violet -She had a cigar lighter, the finest leatherette bench seating and no air conditioning. I would step out of the car after driving in the hot Australian sun, wipe the steam from my sunglasses and wring out my Tshirt and just know that I was smoooooth – Did I mention the fluffy dice that hung from her rear view mirror? ah yes twas true love