Betty

Betty. The first time I've mentioned a name on here. The thing that if any of my friends read will identify who I am. Not that I have been super anonymous or anything....

Betty may be on her deathbed and I am distraught. Following her accident, she came back looking just like she did before.


I was her first owner. The one who nourished her, looked after and cared to her every whim. No cost was too expensive for her. Whatever she needed she got.

I can't believe that it might end like this.

Last night, I actually cried. I know that seems silly but I've had her for 5 years. My beautiful beautiful car Betty.

It's not looking promising. Oil has mixed with water in the coolant bit (very technical!) and apparently my head gasket is cracked. It's not what I was hoping for. Having spoken to a few friends, it's going to cost me a bit to try and fix it; and if the damage is worse than anticipated, I may need a whole new engine!

People get attached to all kinds of things and for me, Betty is my saviour. When I needed solitude, when I needed space, when I needed to get from A to B; I could always depend on her.

What has surprised me through all of this is the response of my friends. All have been incredibly supportive - Betty is as much theirs as she is mine. She has been a money saver (no need for taxis after a late night out!), she has provided us with amusing stories with Cuban diplomats and all in all, we have had some good times in her.

But I have to make a special mention to A - he has been amazing! When I told him, his response was something like that of SWAT team. After his initial "NOOOOOOOOOOOO", he phoned his father in-law to be (who has his own garage) and explained the situation. The only thing being that if I take Betty there, it's halfway across London. But A called me last night and said that he had also spoken to someone he works with who might be able to fix it. When I told him I cried, he didn't laugh at me. And for someone who makes fun of me at any and every given opportunity, I was so impressed. But that wasn't just it.

He text me last night after we spoke with really rubbish (and politically incorrect) jokes and I replied that they had elicited a small smile (I'm really gutted!). To which he replied "Don't worry. We gonna get her fixed up."

And no matter what anyone tells me about him - I will love him always!