It is a story in itself......... get yourself a cup of tea, snuggle into your favourite armchair (or beneath the duvet if your one of these that surfs the net in bed!

It all began on a winter's day before christmas 2004 with a lovely gunmetal gray VW polol and its very gorgeous (no laughing at the back please) owner who loved the car very much went on a little trip. Ok, a few little trips!

The car loved making the visits over the pennines to visit friends and spend afternoons walking the dog. They had a lovely weekend travelling back and forward to friends in chorley, partying and enjoying themselves loads.
Alas, the little car had done too many miles on not a lot of oil. OK, next to no oil, we had to fish the stick around the tank to find a measly little smidgen on the bottom as I hadn't filled it in the two years I had owned her.

The poor little VW coughed spluttered and complained loads until she gave up the ghost and her engine refussed to be fixed.

Then along came the lovely shiney Citroen AX in metallic purple, mmmmmm. With a batter of her eyelashes she appealed to be bought and driven wildly around corners.
The thoughtful little car cried out;
No more will my you my fantastic new owner have to struggle to get to places. You will no longer be saddle sore and have welts the size of small dinner plates on your bum cos my seats are all snug and comfy. You will no longer have to lie to bus drivers in order to get your bike on the bus because you are half dead by the curbside. No more buses.
Buy me, Buy ME, BUY ME!
Once money had exchanged hands the little rascal wouldn't pass it's MOT test. It needed new things here there and everywhere and several phonecalls to the garage left me waiting over a month for the new purchase to be roadworthy. She now squeals with excitement everytime I turn the key to start the engine (I think the fan belt is slipping :scared

So, eventually, I am now the proud owner of a (nearly) new car.
BEWARE ALL ROAD USERS!
I'M BACK! :lol: :twisted: