I’ve been mourning it a week or two. White smoke, one of the pistons was burning through the oil and the garage didn’t want to work on it. Two guys with a trailer came and dragged it away. But I’m letting go now, it did more than I’d ever hoped. Not sure now about buying another, the little bites of tax, parking, fixing, fuel and the driving and traffic. I joined a car club, been taking the train, walking everywhere and losing weight. But it’s harder than I thought it would be. We’re nowhere close to giving up the fossil flash, even in this city that pretends to be looking forwards. I found a derelict friend in the back of the shed, got some new parts in and the old ride is badass and road-ready again. Wheels keep turning. The air tastes better when you’re moving through it.