Farewell to the car with no name! After 9,218 miles, I had to return the car with no name to LAX. He was a lot dustier, smelled of me and, according to the dashboard, needed an oil change.
I’ll miss it. I’d grown fond of it despite it’s funny looks. It was a comfortable to drive and managed to get me through hail, high winds (not a reference to it smelling of me), snow, mud, dirt roads and much more. It had negotiated freeways, huge bridges, inner cities, spaghetti junctions and much more. And had done so without receiving so much as a scratch.
So, it was a fond farewell to the car with no name, as I dropped it off.