I’m sorry I have been neglecting you lately. The last I drove you before this morning was on the night before I went for my trip. But we both had fun this morning, didn’t we? You had your legs stretched to the max, and you gave that Rexton a run for the money.
You’ve always been a fast car. 15 years old too. Despite your age, you still handle the roads pretty well. You and I have also had lots of fun together – making speed to aircraft crash sites, and remember how fast you went when Mat Yaha’s boys fired at us in Betong while we were making our getaway after that failed negotiation?
You were also my home for a few months back in 1997-98.
Soon, boy, I will make sure you look new, and you WILL feel new.
I will change your suspension, brake servos, brake pads; reinforce the engine mounting, then you will have a brand new engine, from one of your sporty Mitsubishi cousins. You will sport a new speedometer, tachometer – your new speed, I’m sure, will be in excess of 220km/h. Easy.
Then we shall burn rubber again, my good friend. I won’t be diving much between now and February, so I guess you and I will again break personal speed records.
For now, boy, you rest well.
