Thus, my lovable Chevrolet Lacetti, do not worry, This will be a nice post. In fact, I'm going to take you back to that friendly, honest mechanic, Adrian. I shall have Adrian change your oil, your oil filter and give you the best lube job ever. Besides, my lovable car, I felt bad when he didn't charge me anything in regards to your mystery electrical ailment.
You know, that electrical show you were doing inside my car. Flashing on and off inside lights that brought back memories of seventies disco. So, thanks for the boogie wonderland routine, my amazingly nice car.
Dear Chevy, do you recall this photo? Yes, it was part of that BBC wildlife documentary. Oh what joy you brought to the precious creatures as you interacted. They crapped on your roof, fiddled with your wipers and the moose tried to head butt your headlamps.
Dear Chevrolet Lacetti, I should of given you a name. I recall a time when it seems everybody named their car. I remember when "Tinker Bell" was a popular name for a car. I shall discuss a name with you.
My beloved car has been functioning very well since I had it checked out. I'm grateful to that very honest mechanic, Adrian.
My car is no longer an Aston Martin and I'm no longer James Bond from the sixties. My car in now a "Shaguar" and I'm Austin Powers, "International Man of Misery!" "Yeah, Baby, Yeah!"