Another sad day for post-matism in the hothouse. Our ancient cow colored visa has finally made its last wander...to the casse auto. I swapped the visa for a painting about seven years ago and painted it after it passed its control tecnique. It made very regular trips over the mountain pass for months at one time despite our local garage saying it was not drivable (he had obviously never been to Cuba). Gradually over the years the engine has lost its power, now reduced to milk float speed it has become a little...embarassing...Ezra started requesting to be dropped off to college a long distance away...
As the next control tecnique is looming, the insurance reminder has arrived and how ever much wire I use, the bumper will not stay on, it was time.
This is a photo from the trip to the breakers, They paid me 50 euros, I walked away...not looking back....sob.
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