Confession time. I love cars. Not to the point of knowing much about them, other than the important things like how they look and perform. That’s all I need to know. When I own a car, right from my very first (get this, an 1800 Mazda) which I got aged seventeen and my ‘L’ plates barely put away, I have always looked after them. They become a friend.
I lo…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Rosy’s Ramblings to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.