You can form emotional attachment to objects that transport you

Images that agree:

My son's puddle Line

My son at the Bolingbrook High School Parking Lot

My dad giving my son a ride. My dad loves himself some 4-wheeler,
and knows Owyhee County like the back of his hand. 

James and I, 2006ish, on Meg K's bike

With some money that I was able to get from my job at Miner's RV, I bought my first car when I was 14. It was a 1986 ford escort, 2-door, hatch-back, with automatic seat-belts. I bought it from my dad for $500 dollar (photos of each car to follow later).

Bike in the snake-swamp at Camp
Morison in McCall

At Bogus basin above Boise. I'm the one on the right. 

After getting too many tickets, Al-State would no longer insure me. So I rode my bike to school a good portion of my Senior Year. Nothing says chick magnet like pulling up to school on a bicycle...

My bike with random water-colors and ink

My parents mailed my bike to me in Tennessee

Video of Ali and James ridding a bike we got from the Chipmans

James Chasing Finnley on his Tricycle 

I "walked" for 2 years, ever other week in Tennessee on my Mission, and put lots of miles on my Dr. Martins

My big wheel. Mine.

Big Wheel and Banana Seat Bike

Websites that agree:

1. Laub Life: Memories of a Mazda