Mona, partner of Meika the Dolebludger, has had her 21 year old Subaru (named Henka) stolen and burned. I’m envious. I’ve got a 20 year old Mazda 323 hatchback that’s fairly generously insured. Despite frequently parking it around town with windows carelessly left open, Darwin’s car thieves have stubbornly refused to steal it. It seems they have higher aspirations.
Truth be known, I’m actually quite attached to the old Mazda. Even though it looks like a wreck, it’s utterly reliable and (until recently) amazingly cheap to run. Even its beaten-up appearance is a plus: I don’t need to feel the slightest compunction about damaging the paintwork or upholstery by tying huge pieces of furniture to the roof or cramming garden rubbish or Jenny’s lawn sale loot inside. Nevertheless, the Mazda’s been costing more money over the last year or so, as 20 year old parts begin to simply wear out. Sadly, it’s time it was consigned to the wrecker’s yard. What’s Mona’s secret, I wonder?