Farewell

I stood squinting in the hot sun as my beloved ju 192 kja was driven off. I had tried all sorts of tactics to delay our parting, but alas!

I sit now smiling as I recall the past 2 and a half years, I remember buying her and driving from Ikeja to the house with the fuel guage on red, driving to work the next day at 5:30 am without plates with MG fretting away (I got the plates at 6:30pm), my first trip to Ibadan, the first box of tissues I got (MG and I have a 'tradition' of buying the first box of tissue for our cars), meeting my mechanic, my fuel pump going kaput on 3rd mainland, the yeye woman that backed into my side at Ogba retail market (I chased and cornered her, gave her the fright of her life!), my swimming incident at Lekki in 2005 (drove into one of those misleading pools of water), buying my manual, buying the clutch assembly (lugged that all the way from the UK), whizzing everywhere and the looks of shock when people pulled up and realised I was a woman, my shooting incident on Lagos-Ibadan, my trip to Benin, my OBC and all the fun I had calculating fuel efficiency, all the friends I made through her ... my eyes are welling up, I MISS MY CAR!!!!!!!!