Driving Home

On Monday I passed 5 1/2 years with my car.

I realised today driving to work I've never had any other car that long.

The odd thing is it doesn't feel like that long. It felt like we had the MX5 and the Lantis longer.


Every other car I've had I've tinkered around with in some way, running repairs, tweaks, improvements. This girl's needed nothing since day one, so she still sort of feels like she's 'new'. She's quick, reliable and effortless to drive so nothings ever needed done.

I occasionally feel guilty about her fuel bills (and stupid low profile tyre cost). Less so now I'm not doing 60 miles a day, but it's still niggling somewhere in my brain.

It's silly really as the costs aren't a deal breaker in the scheme of things and I'd happily give up lots of other things before I gave up having a little sporty car.

I really do love my shouty little car. I love how easy she is to drive around town and how zippy her little motor is when you want it.

You could of course argue that she's loud and impractical, but my response would be "so is our cat; and deep down I love her too".

I often think about selling her. Once we move to the new house I'll have a better feel for that. If I decide to keep her I think I might make some tweaks I've been planning, just to make her feel more loved.