At first glance, no one would ever find the vehicle attractive. Its exterior was rough, scratched up, and weathered, as if it had been on the road for many years without stopping. As for its color, it was a messy mix of rust, dirt, and whatever paint used to be there. When it moved, its mirrors wobbled, the exhaust made more noise than it should have, and each door creaked as if warning you to keep it closed. The windshield had a long crack across it, resembling a frown on the glass. Even the four tires look like something that's barely hanging on out of important instead of strength.
People walk by and hate it, in their minds, it's a junk, trash, or just scrap metal. But to the owner, it not just a pile of metal parts. That old vehicle had transported wood, furniture, animals, and maybe even meaningful memories. It had stalled through storms yet still managed to deliver its loads. Was it ugly? Absolutely. But it was reliable. It never tried to show off, yet it was always there when needed.
At times, real beauty isn’t about to shine. It shows the marks that shows you have passed through harf times. That vehicle has that kind of marks like badges of honor, although it can't win a beauty contest, it had gained what's far more necessary, which is the admiration of the road that it had traveled to, one tough mile after another.