Mum’s the word for girly mobile Peugeot
MY first car was given to me free, gratis and for nothing - and quickly departed in a puff of smoke to the great parking lot in the sky. The second went down the same road suit six years later.
My current drive, a low-slung, Dukes-of-Hazzard, banged-up piece of metal has endeared itself by virtue of its niftiness, ease of parking and potential to take top prize in any Pimp My Ride contest.