Fourteen years ago, I bought my first car, a blue Fiesta named Sybil (after the Pythia, not the Fawlties!). She has been the best of friends, never letting me down. Her engine heart is still beating strongly, but her little body is gradually rusting away. Every time she was due an MOT, Son#1 welded yet another plate of sheet steel on her bottom, so that eventually she was as heavy and as safe as a tank, but important things were going wrong. For two years I've had to search for a suitable replacement, but it has been very hard to find something with as much character. Finally, the day has come when Sybil has gone to her new home, and I have a new set of wheels sitting on the drive.
Although I'm sad at losing Sybil, I shall still be seeing her nearly every day. There was no way I could possibly scrap her, and she's no longer safe to drive so I couldn't find her a new owner, but she has a useful end, going to the Motor Vehicle Department at the college for students to learn how to mend automatic engines.
Thanks for all the happy memories Sybil....
now welcome to ....... Pheonix
