Another one of his cars

I was another car in his possession, one he discarded once was over his obsession. A brand new model with a vibran color, stimulating all his senses with a shiny cover. My engine sounded strong, felt like nothing on the road could go wrong. Except months went by and the first lights went on, the car wasn’t checked, dawn after dawn. Wasn’t a limited edition but a One of a kind, yet after those months I required extra gas to keep me around his mind. I had a soft inside and a delicious smell, but he wasn’t sure enough to fasten his seatbelt and avoid the bell. Another one of his cars, another one to count, I drove me out of his garage for my parts to dismount. A rebuild was needed after such wear and tear, I’m becoming full equipment, with no time to spare.