The one that got away
The one you sold to pay for something sensible. The one your dad ran into the ground and swore was the best car he ever owned. The one you learned to drive in, badly, on a wet roundabout.
Nobody gets over that car. They just stop mentioning it. Parc Fermé is for the ones who never stopped.
It was never just transport
Cold hands around a paper cup.
Someone's bonnet up before anyone asked.
The same six people, every month, for years.
A car park that turns into a conversation.
You did not come for the coffee.
You came because they understand.
The cars
Not the concours winner. The one with the sagging headlining and the heater that only worked in summer, that you would have back tomorrow.
The livery you could pick out of a blurred photograph at nine years old. Some drivers stop being drivers and start being the reason you love any of this.
Roof box on, dog in the back, tree strapped to the rails. The car is never really the point. It is what you were doing in it.
Cards & Coffee
The birthday card that starts a twenty minute conversation about a car neither of you has owned for fifteen years. Thirty-five designs, blank inside, because the good part is what you write once they have stopped laughing.
The range
The one your dad had. The one on your wall at fourteen. The one still under a sheet in a garage somewhere. Eight packs covering air-cooled Porsche, vintage F1, the off-roaders and Christmas.
Where the next expensive idea begins. Budgets that never survive the invoice, gear ratios, and the registration of something you saw on a slip road and cannot stop thinking about.
Quiet signals. On the toolbox, the flight case, the back of a laptop in a meeting where nobody else knows what it means, except the one person who does.
For Sunday mornings, autojumbles, and the walk back across the field carrying more than you meant to buy. Natural canvas, three designs.
The wheel you would know anywhere, at wall scale. Fuchs, Campagnolo, Goodyear, Pirelli. Details enthusiasts pick out from across a paddock, hung above a bench or a desk.
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