Well, here she is, found her buried in a corner of the garage

not been seen since the late 90's apart from a brief encounter with new tyres four/five/six/ten? Years ago. Then she had a tantrum, didn't like the new boots so pissed herself all over the garage floor and immediately refused to start! "F&@£ you bitch" was my thought at the time and I chucked a blanket over her. Now is the time for forgiveness, out with the spanners and get the old girl up and running again. Wish me luck

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