Can you hold a wake for a car?
I was just wondering, I mean, my old girl clocked up the miles a fair bit in England before getting me over to France and incidentally where she was to enjoy the delights of their most excellent roads. Ah yes, the roads in France are well constructed, completely empty during lunchtime (lunch is taken seriously and almost religiously) and signposted to a superior standard. How Bonnie Tyler ever got lost in France remains a mystery. She then got me over to Germany, that’s my car not Bonnie who obviously couldn’t find her way out of a paper bag, where eventually she submitted to ill-health resulting in her demise.
Only fitting I suppose, conking out in the country of her birth. She’s now sitting rather forlornly in a barely-used car park situated just outside the village. I send my ex down to check on her. And to scrape off any accumulated bird droppings. And to ensure she hasn’t any stroppy letters from the bureaucrats stuck to her windscreen along with adverts for a new massage parlour that’s just opened in town.
I’ve arranged for a friend to remove her better parts and sell them on ebay. Her remains will go for scrap. She’ll be picked like a chicken removing all the good bits until she is down to her bare bones, albeit a very big chicken.
RIP my old girl. It was good while it lasted.
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