I fell for her curves, but politics came between us | Kevin McKenna
I was immune to the thrill of a luxury car, until I was introduced to a Jaguar XK
In my head, Roberta Flack was singing: The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face when my eyes met hers and, though I never got to know her name, I feel sure it must have been something like Penelope or Ursula or Francesca. She was way, way out of my league and during our two years together she would occasionally remind me of this. She drank like a fish, went like a train and flirted with all my friends.
Before her, I’d never previously considered myself a man for the fancy cars. I had an Audi once, which was mainly used by a former partner, and that was about it. I simply didn’t appreciate cars enough to spend much time and money on them: they were functional beasts and driving them was a reminder that you weren’t drinking last night and would not be tonight either. The most tedious and pointless conversations I’ve ever had have been about cars.
Source: Guardian Transport