Bereavement
It is with great regret I announce the passing of the Baron's car.
Our Escort, circa 1991, has served us faithfully (barring the electrical systems, which have been a pain in the arse).
It has taken us to France. To the supermarket. To the North of the country. To the pub.
It has provided endless entertainment. The "when is the horn going to stop blaring?" competition was always a delight. The spontaneous horn sounding also had its moments - outside Holloway prison, stuck in traffic in a notorious gang zone, and behind a police car are just some of the precious memories we shall cherish.
It shall be missed. Not least because I must now share my car with a confirmed crap driver.
Farewell, Escort. May you rust in peace.
posted by DMouse007 @ 11/07/2004 09:31:00 PM
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