@kkarhan actual real legit emotional connection with a car looks like this:
"It was my first car. My grandmother gave it to me when grandpa died because she didn't need two cars. It was in terrible shape because she seldom drove and never maintained it, so i spent much of my meagre salary getting it repaired and made safe (relatively speaking). Even then, it was underpowered and ugly and had rusted holes in the floor so that my ankles got wet whenever I drove through a puddle. There was no heater. I drove that car everywhere, like a lunatic because I was young and brash and felt immortal. For a time, none of my friends had cars so i became very popular and included in every social event imaginable. I lost count of the number of times I slept in that car, whether sleeping off a night of heavy drinking or because we were camping and i didn't have a tent, or both. It broke down often, and i had to be rescued from the sides of all sorts of interesting roads. I learned basic mechanic skills just from keeping it running. I hated that car for all the times it let me down, but i also loved it for all the time we spent together, the experiences we shared. One rainy night, I came out of the pub to find it wrecked. A driver had lost control on the slippery road and ploughed straight into my car. I sold it, as is for next to nothing, and the new owner restored it and gave it to his girlfriend. I felt a mixture of pride and jealousy time I saw them together afterwards"

I just don't think a slick computer interface can match that.