I used to drive a citroen. Citroens are cool because they pioneered airsuspension. And airsuspension does exactly what you would expect, namely like driving on air. It's comfortable, it's smooth, it's a pleasure to drive. With all the electronics even back then, they could improve the handling of the car by controlling the pressure. And if you'd ever find yourself in a situation where you'd need more bottom clearance, well, even that was possible with the flick of a switch.
Then one day I had to drive it to the dealer. The lease-contract had ended and I had to return it from whence it came. It was a sad day as it was hard to say goodbye to the trusty comfort of an old friend. That day I told myself over and over again, that it was simply 1 step back to advance 2 steps forward in some not too distant future.
And gosh do I love self fulfilling prophecy. So at some point in that future I actually was able to purchase a new car from my own hard earned moneys, and off I went in my new sporty looking but rather small convertible. It was brilliant, it was fun, it was totally the opposite of air-suspension, but a pleasure it was none-the-less.
It became my new trusty old friend for the next 10 years. Unfortunately, today marks the end of those 10 years. At the brink of 120.000 km I have again said goodbye to a dear comrade, to a partner in crime on my photographic endeavours at times. It was a brilliant partnership by the way, because the car would always elicit smiles and attract attention, which, at the same time, allowed me to enter off-limit areas without much trouble.
Well then, here's to you, you cool hipsta vehicle. May you provide fun and pleasure in someone else's life, may you be caressed to the end of your days. And when your final lap commences, may you feel triumph and then rest in pieces.
I shall remember you.