Out with the old, in with the new. And with that we bid adieu to good, old but no longer trustworthy Lou, and said bonjour! to pert, petite and still pristine Louise...
Lou the vintage wheels had been a commendable carrier until six months ago, when it began gasping like a dying man's last breath each time we took it beyond the confines of our TTDI backyard.
On occasions too numerous to count we were left stranded on roads and highways when the engine just conked out and went into blissful slumber right there with Pak Abu (or yours truly) behind the wheels.
[Not unlike a senile old coot, if you ask me - the car, not us - although we qualify just as well, all things considered].
Countless tow trucks and trips to a variety of mechanics and workshops later (not to mention hard-earned ribu2 ringgit flying into oblivion), Lou remained unrepentant, and as dogged as a stubborn mule being dragged to water.
I gave up on Lou just before Ramadan by telling the recalcitrant (err, not Pak Abu.. but Lou) that I refused to ride in it any more and that I'd rather walk. And walk I did.
This constant battle between his determined (ketegaq?) old mate and his beloved old junk eventually wore poor Pak Abu down. The long bouts of 'silent treatment' also helped... :-)
Finally, in December he decided it was Louise or bust. And so the SYT (sweet young thing) with the cute posterior came to stay.
As for Lou, he has moved on to better pasture; I hope the fella who bought him will knock some sense into the old coot.
"We know you have a bit more life left in you, Lou, only that we can no longer afford to entertain your shenanigans, being OAPs (old-age pensioners) that we are, that's all."