Sarah was my lovely car - a purple vauxhall corsa.
Before Sarah - we took the bus, we took the train, we begged lifts.
I was an expert at folding a buggy with one foot, while holding onto a baby and small child.
My dad gave me lifts to work - a lot of lifts.
And then he did the most marvelous thing and bought me a car.
When I first got her she was 3 years old and shiny.
Megs christened her Shiny Sarah and she was wonderful.
When I had 2 small children there were matching booster seats
and we had adventures to parks and playgrounds.
When I had 2 teenagers she ferried and taxied and collected
{and we still had adventures.}
She took me to see friends - and she took friends out for coffee.
Very occasionally she had a long trip.
Some holidays at the caravan.
And one very long drive to Essex in Olympic Year.
Along the way she collected lots of dents
and went through a remarkable 3 replacement wing mirrors
{not ALL of the damage was my fault.}
There was a phase where she kept not starting - but a new battery fixed that.
In 2012 she developed a very intermittent fault
where she wouldn't go into first gear from starting,
but a little reverse always fixed that.
Then a year ago - on day she wouldn't go into gear at all.
I googled the fault. It was going to be a very expensive repair.
I called the RAC in a vain hope.
A man came, turned the key and she worked!
But after that, every key turn I had my heart in my mouth,
would she work?
We got through the winter. Al was going to get a works car.
Would Sarah keep going? We had a couple of very tricky morning school runs.
Then Al's works car came. I started to drive his car everyday.
And Sarah sat outside the house.
I thought that maybe Megs could learnt to drive in her -
I thought that maybe Megs could learnt to drive in her -
but the reality of the costs of keeping her going were horrible.
So with MOT, tax and insurance due....
I sold her to the scrap yard. She refused to start - she didn't want to go -
and they sent a man with low loader.
As he strapped her on Megs and I sobbed -
which is rather ridiculous -
but we loved her - and all the memories and all that she represented.
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