“Oh, the Humanity!”

Honestly, after a fucking like that, there's not much you can do for your truck except take it out back and shoot it. I know that sounds cruel, but you have to face facts: it's not your truck anymore. It no longer recognizes you as master—not after that. The aggressive hood-grab, the hip swivel, the double-pump stroke, the rest-and-release, the firm-but-gentle spanking—that's the kind of fucking that leaves a truck a hobo's bitch, and although inanimate and soulless, even your truck deserves better than that. Old Yellow the poor, dry humped-with-a-dirty-man panty bastard.

He'd do it for you.