On Hornblower's lederhosen like Walt Disney...

The end

My beloved car takes its final drive:

Toyota Carina 1.6 16V Matchplay

1997 - 2007

Never forgotten.

x

What was deluxe become debris, she never questioned loyalty...

Today is a very very sad day.

I have just come inside after clearing out my faithful car.

My beloved Toyota Carina 1.6 16v:

125,000 miles on the clock:

Flat head owl has been removed from his perch:

I rarely put a photo of myself up but this is an historic day:

Bye bye my love, we have had 10 great years together and I will never forget you. You never let me down, never broke down, passed MOT almost every time and took me to many places. Almost always at a consistent 90mph. Even though it was a little annoying having to pump up the back tyre every couple of weeks at the end.
I'm very sad and on the verge of tears, this is the end of the longest relationship I have ever had........

Staring at the wall, I sink inside.....

This is my car:











I love this car. I have had it for aboot 10 years. It is a Toyota Carina 1.6 16 Valve. In its day it was ace. It's now 15 years old with 120,000 miles on the clock and still a lovely drive.

However I am now in charge of this car too:

This is a brand new Audi A3 sport. Also a very nice car, lovely to drive and, bonus of bonuses, a CD player.

But now you see my lemon dilemma.

The A3 is cool. BUT I love my Toyota and am very attached to it.

What can I do???

No sleep, no sleep, no sleep and no mad video machine (three times)

Well! Good morning all (well ok it's afternoon, but near enough and the old Spunkmeister over indulged two nights running, so the fact I'm here at all is a miracle).

First the good news!

My car is back on the road and retaxed. Freedom is mine again.

Of course every bit of good news has a dark side, and in this case it was the fact that it cost me £600. I really should've scrapped it. I can't though, loyalty is my greatest weakness and my old Toyota Carina has served me well for 9 years (NINE YEARS!).

That got me thinking aboot whether you could gauge a person by their car, so:

Old, good bodywork, loose suspension, been round the block a lot of times, comfortable and reliable. Bloody hell! That's me to a tee!

Right case study two (forgive me I'm freeforming here so it may all grind to a halt):

Astra sport, tinted windows (you struggle to see what's inside!), sharp body kit but flaking a bit, sport seats, fast but obvious. My word! It's one of my greatest mates Angry Drunk!

Ford Fiesta, quite old and a touch worn looking, shiny bonnet, full of shit and popular with oriental ladies - It's another spot on description, the Scourge!

Polo, yellow, very old, mould/moss in the cracks, scruffy - go no further! It's old university friend and phone line sex pest Mank!

I could go on (I'm lying, I couldn't as I can't think of anyone else with a car). I think I've stumbled upon a universal truth here though. Girls beware men driving TVRs, MX5s or Audi TTs.

I said it was good news day didn't I? Well additionally my Mum is out of hospital. Mummy Trunks artificial hip popped out whilst putting on her socks and she's been in for three weeks. There can be few sadder sights than your old mum propped up in a hospital bed. (Even sadder than seeing the mighty blues lose to toon yesterday). Anyway! She's back home, cue happier Daddy Trunk and 'little ginger peril' my lovely wee neice.

Good will to all.

xx