Remember that we are but rust, and to rust we shall return: diced cubed broken and crushed.
My little Rover 214 leaves the drive for the last time, ready to be pulped. A sad moment, though dignified: the engine still had enough life in it to start first time and to be driven onto the breakers' truck. For over nine years I enjoyed driving this. Even though it was red.
john davies
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