Henry, the 17 year old Mazda, took me places. Bondi, Petersham, Redfern, back to uni, the Randwick to Silverwater run. He did the New England, the Pacific, the Great Western. Weddings, 21sts, 30ths, 50ths, funerals. Through a few break ups and shiny new relationships. So driving lessons, and deso sessions. Ha few crashes and so many fantastic adventures.
But when he started making noises that I would call "unreliable" and would make Sparky dub him The Death Trap, it was time to trade him in. Granted, he is old enough now to have his own driver's license...
Parting is such sweet sorrow! Farewell Henry!
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