My little black Mazda that could (a.k.a. Talyn) has been through a fair amount in the five years since I drove him out of the showroom.
Whenever I drive out to the farm, it comes back looking something like this:
Although, this time it was worse than usual because of the locust plagues infecting NSW.
Last year was the first time it went into the chop shop for repairs.
I\’m renowned for the odd scratch here and there, but nothing like this:
Some random jerk has left a rather large impression on my arse!
Said jerk didn\’t leave their details, so I\’m stuffed :(
But, considering we rely on street parking in the inner-west, I don\’t think I\’ll bother fixing it until I\’m ready to trade it in.
My poor Talyn!