And so another few days pas and now we are here. Another few days of working slow and working slowly, and now we’re here. I’m here. I think I needed a break after writing far more words than I thought I would on driving.

Car is now dying and that’s not good. It did some good travelling to send it off though, and I’ve no regrets. However, it shall soon be scrapped because there’s not much else that can be done with it, really. It needs to be done with, but not before I’ve tried to diagnose the issues… assuming I know what I’m doing, of course. i have a feeling I don’t.

It’s a bit sad as I’ve had the car for almost five years and it has been a workhorse. It has survived well and it has kept on going, and now it’s on its last legs and there isn’t much driving left that it can do. It can still do things, but those things amount to turning on and off, and it’s much too expensive to get fixed as it’s an old car with parts that are difficult to get hold of. Such is the way of life.

This does cause some issues, but nothing that can’t be surmounted. Nothing that I can’t adapt to, and I’ll be okay in the long run. I’ll be fine. There are worse things out there. I’ll be without a car for a few months. So what? It’s not the worst thing in the world.

But I think of the driving I have done in the car. I think of the time I’ve spent, and I think about how it carried me last year through a lot of crap and a good bit of joy. I think about going into The Mountains all those times, and the time I went to Melbourne and back. I think about the roads I went down and the roads the car survived.

I think I had a good run with my car, and it’s just a car but it’s a bit sad. It’s a bit upsetting that it is now on its last, and I’ll have to get it scrapped. It might’ve been mine and my ex’s car, but it was my car and I did a lot of good driving in it. I shaped my ability to drive in it, and it took me far. It took me through a lot of things and I’m gonna miss it.

Things change and I’ll miss it, but I’m glad it got me to Hawks Nest and back, and I’m glad it got me to Bathurst and back. It went the distance and it did a good job of doing so. It drove like it still had a lot in it left, and it didn’t feel its age, either. Or maybe it did, but I didn’t notice. I don’t know.

I’m sure the next car I get will be just as good. I”ll still miss this one.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:00:86

This is a mess. It could be much better. I need to write when I’m more awake.

Written at home.