I’m currently waiting at the airport in Turin, waiting to fly back home in England. How did I ended up here? Well, yesterday I drove all the way down from London to Turin. A 14-hours-long-day, mainly spent on the scorching French motorway after leaving the British rain (surprise!) behind.
So why did I do that?
Well, after 8 years and around 153,000 km it was time to say goodbye to my good old car. I spent the last few years driving my Italian car in UK and despite loving that car, it was time for an upgrade. My little Grande Punto gave me so much over the years and went pretty much everywhere in Europe in some of the craziest road trip ever.
On that car I had a chance not just to drive, but also to talk to people. In my car, on the road is where I’ve cemented many great friendship relationships. To me it wasn’t just a car, it was an everyday companion, something that had always been part of my life. It was my first car, a gift from my late grandmother when I turned 18. I will always be grateful for it and I will always treasure those memories in time.
Now it’s time to turn the page, opening a new motoring chapter.
Farewell my friend, you’ll be missed.