You know those clean crossovers that don't even mind a parking lot puddle?
I pass them by like mannequins in a store😈
But when I see a car that's actually been driven:
dirt on the sills, scratches on the bumper, twig marks on the hood, the windshield covered in tiny mosquito carcasses after a night on the road...
Something clicks inside me 😏
It means:
you're not afraid to go off-road
you don't care what the neighbors say
you get life from your car, not just show-offs
and most likely, you know how to change the oil and spark plugs, and you don't cry if something breaks in a field

A car like this is like a tattoo on the body: every scratch tells a story.
And I want to hear them all.
Over a beer. At night. When you tell stories about how you pulled someone out of a swamp or just drove down a dirt road in the rain.
Clean cars are for Instagram. Dirty ones are for real stories and real girls 🖤
Alina💋