He is like a truck, an old truck that doesn't want to run when you want it to, it is like it has better things to do rather than start up. It is rough and rusty around the edges, when you try to start it wines like and old man with a sour attitude but on the off occasion that it does start it roars like a lion asserting its dominance, it truly sends shives down you neck, back and spine, leaving goose bumps behind like tires in mud. It makes you question your sanity awakening the best, but once you start moving you begin to remember why you have kept it around. It may act old and look rough around the edges but I wouldn't call it old, i'd call it mature, experienced and worn by past experience. Even though it never wants to start, it will always start when you truly need it.