One big regret
I suppose one could say it's a "mini" regret.
My poor Errol, lovely little 1971 Mini Clubman, could run for a week on spare change. How I loved him, efficient growly little motor, I can still hear him, so sweet... and the smell, I can still smell him sometimes, my handsome little Errol, with his shiny hubcaps and babypoo paint. I sold him, heartless bitch that I was, seven years ago now. I have not for one moment felt right with that, I miss my Errol.
I have not bonded with the current car, so it sells tomorrow. Be gone car of no character! Car that in three years could not find a name, car that does not inspire loyalty, does not inspire the financial sacrifice of keeping it on the road.
Perhaps one day I will be reunited with my little Errol, or one of his brothers or sisters. One day Errols hubcaps will ride again!
My poor Errol, lovely little 1971 Mini Clubman, could run for a week on spare change. How I loved him, efficient growly little motor, I can still hear him, so sweet... and the smell, I can still smell him sometimes, my handsome little Errol, with his shiny hubcaps and babypoo paint. I sold him, heartless bitch that I was, seven years ago now. I have not for one moment felt right with that, I miss my Errol.
I have not bonded with the current car, so it sells tomorrow. Be gone car of no character! Car that in three years could not find a name, car that does not inspire loyalty, does not inspire the financial sacrifice of keeping it on the road.
Perhaps one day I will be reunited with my little Errol, or one of his brothers or sisters. One day Errols hubcaps will ride again!