It's only a lump of metal, plastic and rubber but why does it get me home before it packs up? My old van has been with me though all the black stuff. It's the only one who never complained. It starts first time and even though it needs new tyres and other bits and pieces, still carries on. It's as if it knows monies tight!
I'm very attached to my Vito. It's heard my moans and dreams and had to live with my singing. Now I don't enjoy mechanics I'd rather go to the dentist and have my teeth drilled but needs and budgets make it a necessity. However I do get a sense of achievement out of fixing Vito, it's kind of a payback for all the times it's gone beyond that expected of an old plumbers van. Vito's the dog I never had. I think Vito and I still have a few years together and hopefully they'll be better than the previous ones. Who knows a respray and a bit of TLC may be just around the corner. An odd post I know but I just wanted to express my gratitude to the big lump of rust still outside on the drive.
Onwards and upwards in the pursuit of happyness :-)