Better days

I have never been one for cars, as long as they get me from A to B and then back to A again at some point I'm a happy bunny. If someone asks me how big the engine is in my car I will hold my hands out about half a meter apart and say "About this big!"- this is the true extent of my knowledge about cars, and quite frankly all I want to ever know. As long as it starts when I turn the key in the morning I'm content, for me the important factor is that it works, not how it works.

When I saw this old thing outside the back of the place that I work I almost felt sorry for it and thought that it made an interesting blip but if you were to ask me what it is, I would answer "A car!"