How did cars (and trucks) ever get to be our babies, our loved ones and our desire?

There is a scene in the move "Witness" where bullets are flying in a parking garage. A woman heedless of the danger comes from an elevator and cries out, "that's our car." It is a less subtle comment about how we feel about our vehicles in a movie contrasted with a society that has eschewed technology. (the Amish)

I am NOT making a moral judgment that technology is bad but just wondering how we came to be so emotionally dependent upon it. I have argued that we need our cars, but we use pencils and dinner forks and other tools without developing emotional attachments to them.
 
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