Byu and Boo

(Inspired by today's Writer's Digest prompt to write an auto poem.)

Red and blue, Boo, Byu.
Boo: rugged, almost all manual, few frills.
Byu: soft, nearly all electric, heated seats.
Both haul hens, straw, chicken feed, topsoil, and groceries.
Both play NPR, rock, and hip-hop on radios.
One travels from New York to Indiana one or two times a year.
The other acts up by springing a fuel leak.
Boo: ragged, aging.
Byu: a bit banged up.
Both were born in the early 2000s.
Boo was driven a lot,
Byu almost not at all.
Both transport bicycles, cats, and people to running events.
Byu needs a fuel pump and a new tire.
Boo a new battery and hopefully not much else.
Red and blue, Boo, Byu.
Police pulled over Byu twice for outed headlights.
Boo snickered in the garage.
Byu drives smoothly.
Boo likes it rough.
Gifts.
Byu from a father.
Boo from a friend.