Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. If I did... well, you can see what I'd do to the poor saps.
A heavy sigh alerted Judy Witwicky that there was something wrong with one of the two important men in her life.
"Honey?" she questioned, moving to look out the window with him, following his gaze easily.
"Look at it," he murmured longingly. "Those gentle, graceful curves... the sleek sheen... the gorgeous coloration... all belying the strength and power underneath..." he sighed again, sounding almost wistful.
Judy leveled a flat stare at him, her tone distinctly acerbic. "Ron... it's a path."
A/N: Who thought I was talking about a car? ::grin::