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I haven't moved for two weeks now. Here I am parked in a used car lot feeling lonely and rejected by my previous owner. He decided to upgrade to a later model! What was wrong with me? I never let him down on wet cold nights when the roads were slippery. He would tell you that my brakes saved his life on one or two occasions due to his reckless driving and for that I get a life in this squashy car lot. The worst part of my life is that I go to sleep and wake up next to a Ford only ten centimetres distance away. Today things improved a little. A couple of lads wandered through the car yard and it got my hopes up of leaving this place thinking they were interested in buying me. What? I couldn't believe it, they were after the Ford and bought it without even a test drive. There's another car heading its way to the scrap heap. I pray that my luck changes soon.
March 17th 2010 Tom comes to check me out!
Today is going to be the best day I know it. It's only 9 in the morning and another young lad walks through the gate and straight over to me. Is today the day? Will he like me enough to buy me? I'm really grateful now that the used car salesman arrived earlier than this lad to clean the dew off my windows and panels. I am sparkly clean and I feel new. My carpets have been steamed cleaned, my sound system works a treat and there's even air freshener inside and I smell like a new car off the production line. Oh no, it feels like my tyres are being let down as the young lad calls to his Mum and says "check this one out" which was another Holden but red and on the other side of the lot. I thought my metallic blue would be a hit with everyone. Now I'm wishing a new paint job. The young lad gets in the other car and makes himself comfortable in the driver's seat. I see him getting excited about owning that car but his mother sticks her in the window and says "It's done too many miles Tom, let's go back to the blue car" Whew, thanks Mum. Now it's time to impress Tom, I want out of here today!
March 17th 2010 The test drive
Tom headed over to me, can he see the sparkle of my windscreen, the new tyre black on my wheels? I want to look good and as Tom plants himself on my driver's seat I knew we were made for each other. He adjusted my mirror (also cleaned to reflect everything in sight), he put his hands on my steering wheel and I hope he felt the start of a new friendship that I did today. Mum says "shall we take it for a test drive?" Bingo, I know he'll love the way I can handle corners and come to a stop at will. The salesman jingles the keys and I can see in Tom's eyes that a test drive will be icing on the cake for me. I don't know who has the money to buy me but I feel like Tom will not be driving home in his Mum's car today.
March 17th 2010 The trip home
Done and dusted Tom's Dad would say. I've been freed and it feels good. The agonising wait for Mum's approval after the test drive is something I don't want to go through again. Will they buy me? Will they buy me? They both enjoyed the ride through the back streets and I was dying to hit the main road but Tom's Mum was scared of getting any dents in me. I've been dented before you see (the salesman didn't tell them that) and it hurt! Mum hands over the money and now I have a new owner called Tom. Under instructions from Mum, Tom drives home with her following. I feel like a new baby of Mums as she keeps an eye on me. I can see her at all times through my real vision mirror and she looks so worried probably about Tom getting me safely home. Which he does! Tom's brother gives me a quick look and didn't even sit on my seats. I've seen this look before on Ford faces -jelousy!
March 29th 2010 First night out with the boys
Tonight I was subjected to some pretty bad treatment. Tom picked up a few mates and went cruising to show me what a classic I am. But what's it with his friends? One of the lads jumps in the passenger seat and rips my seat belt across his chest and nearly pulled it out its socket. Hey, I am not young like you guys, I am old and need a bit more respect than that mate. The drive around town consisted of the bloke spilling his can of drink on my new carpet, blowing smoke across my dash and sliding his rough denim jeans on my comfy chairs - no respect. I wished Tom would toss him out on the street and go back to his Ford.
April 2nd 2010 First night out with his girlfriend
How things are different today. Tom is picking up his girlfriend tonight and it is a great feeling as he vacuums away the dust and dirt that had collected on my floor (along with clothing, chewy papers and bottles) I knew I was in for a treat as Tom tops up the windscreen wiper to keep my window clean and clear. My exterior has been polished and although I know this was to impress his girlfriend Tom impressed me and I feel looked after.
April 19th 2010 The police check me out!
Tonight was a night that I'll never forget. Tom is cleaning me inside and out to prepare for a night of craziness. Tonight Tom plans to pick up his mate Harley and throughout the night continue to pick up some other friends. As I was travelling towards the city along Anzac Highway with my lights beaming bright I had to stop and start a number of times and have my window down ready to have myself checked out by the police. They went over me checking for anything that could be defected. This wasn't much fun and I felt like I was back in the car yard being looked and stared at. The police checked my tyres, looked for rust and tom had to blow into some strange pipe. The policeman says to Tom, "ok your alright to go" and Tom puts me into gear and we head on home.
May 3rd 2010 The accident!
This is the worst day of my life. I've had a few scratches and dents along the way but another driver failed to give way at a corner and now I'm looking worst for wear. My driver's door is bent and twisted in ways it shouldn't be. My passenger door is the same. Both doors will not shut and I'm so wrecked that Tom cannot take me out on the road. My life seems to be coming to an end and Tom feels the same way.
May 4th 2010 My Future
Here I sit on the front lawn, feeling like a piece of junk. I don't know what my future will be. I'm hoping that I can be repaired. I'm also scared that I'll end up at City Dismantlers where people will come on weekends to take a piece of me home bit by bit. Will I survive?