Alas poor Yorick. The Lancia is gone. (At this point make sure that your speakers are on!). The Lancia, my pride and joy, well ok, maybe not my pride and only a very small portion of my joy is nevertheless gone, in its heyday this was one a*s-kick’n car. Marcia really loved it, although she swears she only drove it twice. Kirstin is nursing a huge guilt thing. She feels that she was the instigator of the process that led to its demise. Ah yes, all good must come to an end. The Lancia is now safe and secure at that huge car auction in the sky. The last over-the-top piece was poetic license; the “huge car auction in the sky” bit is really Goodwill Industries up the road.

Cheers,

Dirk

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