I grew so attached to the car that I would not stop cleaning her, 3 times a week 3 hours a time. The girlfriend began to get worried, however she loved it as I refused to let her see the car unless it wasnt clean, and If I ever was to take her out my car had to be spotless.
My friend and I began to regulate modifying sessions, but work got in the way. We then travelled from Sunny Northants to Swanage in the summer term and the saxo held the motorways and A roads well, much better than my friends 306, I got a few phone calls that he was losing too much petrol after 4000 revs and wasn't too happy.
The petrol consumption was lovely in the car and kept me so happy saving me so much money when everyone else I knew spent so much.
One sunny evening I took the car for a drive and it soon became nightfall and a few photographs were in order:
