Auto love- Rattling to the Benz

She was a bundle of energy and seemed to be running on that endless Duracell power. The day I brought her home my mother hugged her tightly, although in the interest of accuracy, I should tell you that the day before she came, mum also gave a tight hug to a distressed mongrel that had strayed into our yard. The very same hug! That put things into perspective somewhat. Running on a normal battery meant I could not keep up and we were soon gone our separate ways.

My next love was Opel Monza. Opel was the prettiest girl on the block but she flirted with half the street. Opel was like a modern-day slay queen - twerks, not much between her ears, love for money and always at the glitzy entertainment spots. She guzzled up my money which was actually a little pittance then (well, it still is). My patience with her was constantly extended by my financial limitations. She started getting all sorts of ailments due to her wild and fast ways and that was a cue for me to leave.