Filling my mirrors this morning, queuing into the market town, two tonnes of German engineering, a huge grey Mercedes. We lost contact at the first T-junction and I glanced up immediately after to find the bulky thing still there, but now separated by another grey Mercedes, just a slightly sleeker model.
On the one-way, waiting for the lights, they drew parallel. I looked in, a small lady, dark hair, perched on the driver's seat.
A bright morning with moderate temperatures (for the time of year). A perfect day for a drop-top, impractical, unreliable Italian model in red. Don't wear that corporate cage, swap Teutonic for frivolous. "Live a little" I thought. We went our ways.
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