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.