PUF the magic pony
Posted by Melissa on | November 13, 2006
My car got stolen. PUF was there, then she wasn’t. It is a strange state of affairs. Not the worst thing that can happen to a person, I know, but it’s not the nicest either.
My 16-year-old car has been a loyal steed, waiting patiently in alleys and car parks, weathering ice and sleet and well-aimed squirts from feathered friends. It dozed patiently through my love affair with two wheels - I climbed on a bike and let leaves collect around the pony’s wheels. But a bike don’t cut it on excursions to the market or the odd occasion it rains or if I head out of the city for a breath of fresh air with friends. So I returned, gave her a pat and a polish and we set out on an adventure or two.
So how do I know that the person who decided that he/she should have her is treating her right? Last seen in Richmond, parked safely, I have concocted a theory that she became transport home for someone who had scored their Melbourne Cup eve fix and then needed to head to a familiar place. Or she could be charred and smoking in some forgotten place, having obediently particpated in some circle work (large loops only - no power steering here) and hurtled along at top speed (perhaps 140km/hr), then, proving unsatisfactory to her jockeys, dumped for something with rims and fins.
Either way she is sorely missed. And as I negotiate the paperwork and disappointment of insurance claims, I hope that bad bad karma strikes those who decide that they will have what is not theirs.
p.s. if you see a lost looking Nissan Pulsar Vector (white) with plates PUF 972 please send her home
Comments
One Response to “PUF the magic pony”
Leave a Reply
November 14th, 2006 @ 3:58 pm
I miss PUF and her clutch that would make you stall easily. I miss her elephant stickers.
RIP PUF.