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My godfather lives in an old house and he owns a lot of old things, but the most valuable object for him is his Cheyenne, which is always resting in the garage waiting for someone to insert the keys in and turn it on. It is a beautiful truck with red leather seats that match with the red steering wheel, impeccable paint job and everything in good condition. The Cheyenne is for him like is only son, and on several occasions I spent some time thinking if he loved me as much as he loved the truck and I usually conclude that he did not, but that was funny in some kind of way. The Cheyenne of course occupied the one place garage, so my godmother´s Cavalier had to stay outside in the street, like an unwanted car, and I sometimes thought that the Cavalier should be jealous of the Cheyenne. When I was a child, the truck bed seemed to go on for miles; it was so large and I it looked so high when I was little that it was almost like a playground floating in the air for me. I used to play football or any kind of game with my brother up there, or I could have some fun just looking at the tiny bugs that moved between the ridges of the bed looking for the way out or god knows what. Of course, when my godfather noticed I was playing in his truck, he would bring be down and tell me that it was not a place to play. But for me it was, and I get up there again as fast as I could. My godfather was always working on his Cheyenne; he was never tired for that kind of things. When he was not washing it, he was in one of his friend's mechanic workshops looking for every single detail. I used to enjoy when he would let me help him wash the truck. I remember grabbing the hose and spraying down the entire truck fighting against every trace of soap. I also enjoyed all the rides that my godfather gave me in the truck, trying to teach me how to drive although I was just a little kid.  Sometimes he let me move the gear shift lever even when I made some mistakes. He loves so much that truck, and I think that in some way, the truck loves him back.