Monday, October 28, 2013

Bye bye, baby, bye bye!

Five years ago our son bought his first car, a 1992 Vauxhall Corsa. A neat little car with only 58000 miles on the clock.
It served him well, took him to college, to gigs in Bristol, work and university. He didn't clock up loads of miles, but the car always started, never let him down.
Last year, having got himself a better job, he upgraded to a Honda Civic Type R - quite a change.

Being a sentimental kind of family we couldn't let the faithful old Corsa go, so we transferred ownership to my wife. Having three cars in the family meant she was under used, and spent many days laying idle. The bodywork went from shiny red to dusty pink, the wheels coated in rust, and moss and spiders were taking over.

When we moved house, the shortage of parking spaces became apparent - so she had to go. Adverts on the firm's intranet got a bit of interest, but nobody would commit to buying, so we took her to an Authorised Treatment Facility - scrapyard to you and me. We said our goodbyes and went to the office to collect our cheque.

So, we had five years motoring (not counting the normal running costs) for £460 overall, not a bad deal.

Our thanks go to the Red Rocket for her faithful service ... bye bye, baby!