Changing cars

Changing cars is a very distressing business. I put it off for as long as possible, but in the end (as with the dentist) one has to face up to it. Some people change cars like I do shirts, but not me. I get quite fond of my car, even the smells become reassuringly familiar. I don't have any interest in the cars themselves, as long as they get me to where I want to be; that makes picking a new one more tricky. So I have devised a plan in recent decades that means buying the same model of car each time. This involves very little thought; the colour is neither here nor there to me. So I have searched out another hugely unfashionable car that everyone but me hates. I feel rather proud of myself.

Called a Tepee. Cool.