My X-reg Octavia will never be sold on. It’s battered, broken and bruised from the abuse. I regularly sleep in it whilst on mini road trips with my bike. It’s been fully loaded with small bale straw, bags of cattle feed, dogs, beer kegs, mates, bikes, all my worldy goods. There’s more oil on the ceiling than on my bike and there’s a big deep scratch down the wing caused by the bike falling against it. My heart has been broken, I’ve cried, I’ve been broken and in total need in it. I’ve had amazing times in it, seen the sun rise and fall in some beautiful places, laughed like a loon, got my oats in (on) it.
And still she rattles on at a good pace.