I have never been particularly emotionally attached to any of my cars. That's not to say that I haven't liked them or enjoyed them or relied on them. I've had some wonderful times in my cars whether it be on the bench front seat of the Standard Ensign (which was my first car) in Bowring Park with Pat Stapleton or the adventures all over Britain and Europe with the many and varied cars and vans that I've had since then.
I very much enjoyed driving my little Peugeot 206 van and the Renault Kangoo van took Mo and me through France and over the mountains into Andorra and back down onto the Med.
I'd like to do a blog on my various cars if for no other reason than just to remind me about them and awaken memories. But somehow my present car is different. Called 'the hearse' by a neighbour of singularly morbid mind I decided to give my Honda Accord Tourer the name 'The Nighthawk'. It seemed appropriate because its colour is Nighthawk Black. I suppose that's to distinguish it from all the other blacks. Frankly I can never tell the name of one black from the name of another. I notice, though that the upmarket car interiors colour is now 'piano black'. I shall be leaving the Nighthawk behind in eight days when I go to New Zealand.
But when I get to New Zealand I'll have something completely different:
Pianos are not black so how can piano black be the new black! Nighthawk black souinds brillaint but piano black... that's just silly. It's like calling something cherry blue!
ReplyDeleteI think that Piano Black may be a reference to the colour of the black keys.
ReplyDeleteEek! The van took Mo and I ? Surely you mean Mo and me ! A much more serious offence than spliting an infinitive these days.
ReplyDeleteOf course you are correct, Marcel. I am ashamed of myself. The fault has been remedied.
ReplyDeleteOr even splitting an infinitive. Never splited onemyself.
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