I don't know whether to laugh, cry or scream... Deacon picked me up from work in the Pulsar yesterday. Am scared for the following reasons:
1. My husband can't drive unless he is going at warp speed.
2. Neighbours! The exhaust is so loud that I can hear him coming from about 10 miles away (slight exaggeration but I will be investing in a pair of industrial ear muffs.)
3. There are only so many points that you can get on a license before being banned.
4. Petrol, it drinks a lot of it.
5. I am now rated after a car as well as the telly in our house.
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