Bye bye Black Betty, bamalam

Black Betty, my Fiesty Fiesta, the car that put the yes stickers front and centre (and rear and back), the car that attracted love letters to an independent scotland tucked into her windscreen, the car that has bravely stampeded through her yes stickered commute via Cults during the past two years - much to the annoyance of the endless stream of head shaking 4x4 drivers - is leaving us to take care of a new human. She doesn't know this yet. I do feel guilty. there's definately still life in the old girl yet, though at 98,000 miles she's been to the dark side a few times and feels a bit wobbly. My new car will be called Betty White, she's gonna outlast everyone and tell rude jokes throughout the journey.