Old Car Versus New Car

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The day to upgrade my faithful little car finally arrived. I had had Ouk, a gorgeous Ford Hatchback Laser for exactly thirteen years and in all this time she had been the best friend I had ever had. Not once did she leave me stranded; not even with a flat tyre. If things were starting to wear out, she would let me know with little growls and grumbles but waited patiently until I could take her and get her looked after. We were together so much on our everyday trips from home to work and back and all the other destinations.

Every time I turned the ignition, she never let me down and greeted me with her soft purring from the motor. She always kept her cool and never overheated to show her frustration when I pushed her over the limit: she was a gem.

Alas, the day came when I had to make one of the hardest decisions of my life; Ouk had to be replaced. The decision was not taken lightly but my knee could no longer take the strain of changing gears: even the knee reconstruction did not prevent pain reoccurring.

Feeling more like a traitor then a sensible person I confided to my neighbour my intention of having to upgrade to an automatic. To my surprise she asked me if I could pass Ouk over to her as she was looking for a small manual car.

Do I need to go any further?  Thanks to providence, I can still see Ouk looking beautiful and shiny in my neighbour’s driveway.

My new car which I have name Electra now sits in my driveway looking very spiffy and new and she knows that I like her automatic transmission a lot but it will be a while before we can become friends; she has to prove herself to me first.