My family tease me horribly about my 23-year-old Thriftymobile. Comments range from “OMG, it’s still running?” to “But is it safe?” and “Wouldn’t you rather have a nice car like mine?”
So here is the automobile latest:
Brother’s Fancy Renault: at the scrapyard, after failing its MOT on multiple counts.
Mother’s Spendy Hyundai: at the menders, following a cataclysmic tussle with the kerb. (Pah! How feeble.)
Father’s Vauxhall: currently fit for “super-local trips” only, after various parts of its engine and chassis disintegrated.
Thriftymobile: running like a dream!
HA! Guess who’s going to be chauffeuring everyone around, come Christmas?