I thought that all those of years of automotive market research, listening to folks refer to their cars as wife, lover, girlfriend, mistress (the married ones), would have prepared me for today. But no, it is not easy to see your first car go. We had him for more than six years. The time by which most people are onto their third car these days. He was jumpy and would rattle us in the rear seat. An attention seeker if there ever was one. He had the family appetite and would need a refill much earlier than others. He liked being pampered, car window washes, polishes, scrubs, metrosexual's the term I am looking for. Hot headed at times, he would blow hot air though the AC in the sun. Much to my embarrassment if I was with colleagues. Tall, gawky. Chubby. Black as the night. He would get scratched up and covered with mud like a frisky poodle. He would greet me with the biggest smile in car land. Waited patiently while I learnt to drive. And then again when he and I got lost time after...
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