My little 1991 Suzuki Sierra and I — or `Suzi’ as readers of my book know her — have been together for five years. We’ve had many adventures during which she’s been a reliable mate.
I liked her basic utilitarian style, her individuality and can-do attitude no matter how muddy the track — but I needed to do more highway kilometres than she is comfortable for.
So reluctantly I gave her the spring-clean of her life and put her up for sale. The first to see bought: he’d been regretting selling his last Suzi a few years ago.
I know he’ll give her a good home, and I’ll miss her.
I do have a replacement, a 1999 Suzuki Jimny, very comfy and, best of all, red. She’s too smart for me by half, though I can get used to that.
BUT she has carpet on the floor, which is bad for my muddy lifestyle, and electric windows, which I have always hated.
I am already fond of her, to the extent of buying car polish!
She came from a three-times Suzi owner, with his special SUZI-lover plates.
I’ll bet he’ll miss her too. Suzis are like that. Beetle owners know what I mean.