Advert in local paper:
'Used Cars - Why go elsewhere to be cheated? Come here first!'
My daughter has just got rid of her old car. It has sat mournfully in the front garden for a long, long, long time. It has been waiting for something to happen. For a new owner perhaps, or to become a home for the family lurcher, or possibly just to rot peacefully away. Option A was the preferred solution, and by golly, after a year and a half, that's what we got. Lovely people came at lunchtime today and towed it away. We all felt a terrible sense of loss as they set off with an 'on tow' sign in the back window and the hazards going as they drove up the hill. Now, where once the proud beast stood at rest, nothing but empty space remains. Empty space and weeds that is.
It's a strange thing when you part with a car. We form attachments to them, and when they go we feel a real sense of grief... It's like an old friend has gone, a companion, a special someone who travelled so many miles with us and kept us safe. We really miss them!
One of the most hideous cars I ever owned was a brown sunbeam alpine. Remember those? It was so knackered you couldn't lock the doors, and the reason for that was because the key was stuck solid in the ignition. I used to park it up with the window down and hope someone would nick it. They never did. Under the bonnet everything was green. Inside the car everything was green. For a brown car it was very green. Everything was worn out, dirty, nasty and completely horrible. But you know what? The whole family loved it.
When 'poo' (as we affectionately called it) went to the wreckers, and it's place on the drive was taken by a shiny, silver volvo, we all cried our hearts out. In that moment I would have gladly put the volvo in the crusher and rescued my old banger from it's final flattening...
Now we only have our memories to comfort us... :-(
Oh well - never mind!