It’s sleeting, cold and dark.

I’m stuck in traffic.

And all I can think is ‘I love this car’.

It’s impractical. Stiff suspension in a city with cobbles. Too much power in a tractionless city where it rains all the time. Too unruly for inner city living.

Yet I love it.

It’s my little place for ‘me’. My little heaven, even if it is stuck in traffic.