I just bought a new car... So I decided to sell my old one. A 1980 Honda Civic. You may remember talking about that thing at some points, you may not... But simply put, that car is the greatest vehicle in the world. I hadn't driven it in about 3 or 4 months... It hasnt had a warrent or rego for that long either, so I decided to sell it for 200 bucks, with half a tank of gas (worth mentioning that considering how expensive fuel is) so it was a pretty good bargain. The battery was dead flat for about the 5th time, so I charged it, stuck it in the car, and i worked like a charm. I drove it for about 10 minutes reminiscing... Anyway, the guy came and picked it up about an hour ago. Hes going to pick the parts car up tomorrow.... I miss it already. My new car is alright. It's another JapCrap... Nissan Primera... But it doesn't have anywhere near as much spunk as my last one. Just to give you an idea of what I'm like... I have brown, medium-long hair my shoes are Vans skatershoes.... BROWN Vans skatershoes so they're not wanky... I often wear baggyish jeans. At the moment I'm wearing some sexy faded almost pinstriped-denim jeans... Mmmm... My top is usually reserved for grey plain T-shirts, or T-shirts with very little on them. Otherwise I'm wearing a rugby Jersey, or a plain button up shirt. On cold days I will wear a polarfleece... On colder days I will wear thermals. So, obviously with the amount of style a guy like me has, it's an incredible step down to go from this: To This: Ouch... I really miss my car. It was a classic. Perhaps not a collectable, but to think of all the great times I've had in the car, it really was a champ. The drunken nights I've slept in there, the girls I've picked up in it, the miles of driven, the junk food I'ved littered.... It's hard to let go. Thankfully I know the guy I sold my baby to... Unfortunately, he eats cars for breakfast. He's going to kill a car that goes perfectly well. No rust despite its age... And I just sold it away without a care in the world... I feel like a monster. This was my baby. It's not like it was a hooker at my brothel... This car was a real being with feelings... Ah well. I'm losing a best mate, but I will get over it. I can't see it happening, but I'm sure I will.