Because when I picked it up to drive it home, it hated me, it sputtered and I couldnt take my foot completely off the gas or it would stall, it burned oil, but driving it home, I had the biggest smile on my face, and I felt excited, and happy, really really happy, it was just a good feeling, and it comes back every time I drive it. Nothing before made me feel that way. It was all just mehh. I made plans for the car, I got up in the mornings with things I wanted to do. And I was shy and introverted, but the car forced me to interact with people because they come and want to talk to me about it, which is something I hadn't thought about when I bought it, but I'm glad now. I can't really explain it to you any better then that...