Another day in paradise

I’ve got a bit of a name for myself in the executive carpark.

Snuggled in between the Lexus, BMWs and Mercedes sat my little old 15 year old Subaru with three wheel trims and a carpet on the dashboard to stop it melting in the heat.

Even when I drove it to the airport and handed the keys to the valet parker every week he came to love it’s little idiosyncasies – like not starting if you touched the accelerator, not turning off when you took the key out, the little electric shocks when you touched the mirror….

But alas, my puddle jumper is no more.

On Monday, the insurance company decided that my car wasn’t worth fixing after it’s recent shunt and took the decision to write it off.

That car had cost me 5,000 dollars 3 years ago. Or about1500 quid in old money.

By my calculations it worked out about 73 pence a day to own. Bloody bargain.

Now I’ve just got to go out and find another banger under $5k to annoy my fellow suits with and give the valet guy at Qantas something to look forward to – he must get bored parking Porsches….