I love my car.
I hate my car.
I don’t drive anywhere near enough to make having it worthwhile. It’s so much easier to jump on the Tube when you live in London. And apart from occasional trips to Oxford I don’t really need it.
Trouble is, if I don’t use it regularly, the battery dies about every six months. So every couple of days I have to drive somewhere I don’t really want to go. Or just sit in it with the engine running, polluting the world. And don’t get me started on the cost of insurance for having this shiny silver thing parked outside my house.
Sigh. Anyone wanna buy a 1995 Mitsubishi FTO?