Mario the shiny red Mazda.
Now I have a new car - Peggy the Purple Nasty.
At the moment the title is derogatory, and that's cruel of me because she's basically the rescue dog of the car world. Her ditzy old lady owner drove her into things. LOTS of things. So many things that she had all of her bodywork replaced, and then her owner went and drove her into even more things. I can just imagine the awkward conversations with the other cars - "what happened to your wing, Peggy?" "Oh....I just... walked into a traffic bollard." AGAIN. They all know the truth, Peggy. You were abused.
You're safe now Peggy. I will try my best to love you, and I can genuinely parallel park on the first attempt without clipping the lamp-post. But there's something that needs to be done before you truly fit in with the cool kids... wait, let me tap into my inner Cher from Clueless.... *dons matching tartan blazer and skirt set and knee-length socks*
IT'S MAKEOVER TIME!
I'm going to go with Peggy's scrappy personality and pimp her out (X-ibit can't make it, but he says he's rooting for me). Lower her suspension (with Sam's help), paint her alloys, use stickers to cover her poorly bumps.
Soon, my Purple Nasty is going to become a Purple NAAYST-ay!
Watch this space....