Before I start this post, I’d like for you to say “awww” because my internet traffic limit has not only been reached for the month, it’s been destroyed. So I’m on dialup speeds and the entire internet is so slow it would lose a race between itself and a glacier. I digress – which isn’t bad since I haven’t even started this post properly yet!
I’ll do that now.
So! Given that my Corona is dying a slow and agonising death with all sorts of things going wrong – from drinking oil like it’s going out of style to leaking water from the radiator at a speed that’s just fast enough to be risky, Papa decided it was time for a new car. I kind of resisted the idea – I haven’t done anything to deserve having a car bought for me and therefore wasn’t overly keen on just being handed one. Anyway today I went to pick up my “new” car and Papa pointed out the money was from the sale of a flat that belonged to my grandparents, so no one was out of pocket. Now I’m quite happy about it.
Anyway, here she is. She’s a 1992 Mitsubishi Lancer and she’s gorgeous.
Only 2 owners apart from me, the first was – honest to god – a little old lady. Then it was bought by the guy we bought it from for his daughter who used it to get to the station, so it’s low miles and very tidy.
All I need to do now is swap my insurance over, get my keyrings hanging off my keys and peel the Evolve fish off the back window of the ‘rona and transplant it to the new car.
SHINY!
