Whacky Races

It was time to say farewell to my beloved shed on wheels. The ninky nonk has served me well and no doubt has many tales to tell of our journeys, mishaps and episodes. To this today, I remain silent about the magnetic forces of skips but the attraction and repel left it's mark. Our expeditions together and mystery tours into the unknown have not always gone to plan but the car has never failed me and sheltered me from many a storm. *sigh*

So after much agonising, searching, deliberating and penny pinching, I found myself behind the steering wheel of a Ford Motor Company automotive. Henry, would have been proud of me, as I ignored all the technical gadgetry and was merely concerned about the music options, the spare wheel and the colour. Would a black exterior match my red dress, cloak and lip gloss or would I look far too vampish for the leafy lanes of North Yorkshire... ?

The new car is hardly a Tin Lizzy, Thunderbird or Mustang, but it screams silently at me - "drive me, race me, take me". So there I was, besotted by it's shapely contours and sex appeal... and suddenly I am scribbling on the dotted line with my quill and ink and then handed the keys.

“Any customer can have a car painted any colour that he wants so long as it is black”. statement by Henry Ford, before my time!

So despite collaborating with a super power of a motor company and probably funding some espionage in Middle Earth... it's out there on the drive sending astral projections messages to me begging me to play out when it's bed time! How can one resist it's charms? :)