The Faithful Runabout

The choke was sticking, the indicators wouldn’t work and the bumper was dropping off Percy’s jalopy. She had been with him from new as one of the family.

He stayed local avoiding the motorway as he coaxed her round the country lanes visiting friends. They went through a ford at Tissington leaving her steaming and spluttering. Paddling friends came to the rescue and with a little cough she was on her way.

Other cars tooted as she became more sluggish and held up their journeys but she knew all the helpful passing places. Percy plodded on purposefully. Not scrap yet.