Goodbye, Wee Friend
Today, I said goodbye to a companion of one year's standing. Although I'd not given him a name that had stuck (I tried out Klauss but it didn't last long), I was quite fond of him
I'll miss him, partly because very few people drive Opel Kadett GSI's in this part of the world, and partly because he had quite a lot of pep. More than his replacement, a Subaru, which frightens me with its enigmatic messages to "check engine". But my new car has one thing going for it; the previous owner had had the foresight to instal a very widebore exhaust pipe. So, I might not wear a backwards baseball cap and sit so low that my forehead is level with the dash, but I at least sound like a boy racer.
Labels: cars
2 Comments:
Which would be worse? Boy racer or hoon?
Boy racers are definitely worse - hoon seems to refer to a more individual behaviour, whereas places like Christchurch have an influx of thousands of boy racers, with their noisy cars, diesel and broken bottles on the road and general anti-social conduct.
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