BETSY

She was beautiful, dressed in perfect blue; I must admit it was the blue that captured me from the start. She had a good shaped body with all the right curves. I ran my hands over her smooth buff body feeling, my fingers gliding across her buff outer. I entered her slowly, realised she had not been around the block often and took a deep breath of her scent; I called out for my partner to hop in as well… hehehe

About 10 years ago I was in the market for a car so me and my partner at the time went car yard hopping in search of the perfect fit. Being an excited 22 year old all I wanted was a small car that looked good, did not have to be a boy magnet or anything as I had my boy at the time.

This was where I met Betsy Barina, an 89 model Holden Barina that was in great shape and had low K’s. At first she seemed a bit girly to me and was not really what I wanted but boy helped convince me she was worth a spin. So I took her for a test drive and then called my dad to see what he thought. Dad came and had a look and SOLD.

For about the first 2-3 years she was perfect with no issues at all, then I remember her starting to go a little crazy, she’d run perfectly and for no reason and with no warning she would stop in the middle of an intersection, she was out to kill me, what had I done wrong… this is when I gave her the name Betsy, after the character Kimberly on Melrose Place when she went mental, called herself Betsy and blew up the building.

I stuck with her though and she stuck with me, for a car that’s almost 30 years old she has never really let me down. For most occasions she started first time and if I had have been a little more kind to her I think she would have survived possibly another 30 years.

But it saddens me to say that Betsy has today been put out to pasture where she will either become someone’s spare parts or she will be given some spares of her own and be reborn for someone else to play with.

If you’re wondering why I am writing about my car, only for the memories she holds.