My little silver bubble on wheels, companion through angry commutes, tens of thousands of miles. Provider of warmth in 6am motorway traffic queues. Wheeled little stereo, bouncing our way back home, drum n bass turned all the way up, driving asbo, feeling alive.
Companion through scenery that took my breath away, witness to smiles and joy, tears and tantrums. Silver survivor, through scuffs and bumps, speed humps and sharp corners, road rage and wild weather. Humbug, carbug, friendbug.
The man in the yellow van turned up and told me my car was dead.