Some people seem to have great difficulty posting things on the internet, so here we go:

I met her at the Civic. I’d been Holden up in a bar all night. As she walked in, I looked her Rover. I thought she seemed Familia, but that was just a Mirage. She came up to me of her own Accord. I said Audi.

She told me she thought I was Galant. I lied to her and told her I was an Executive. I was just being Calais. She was quite a Starlet, wearing a nice Mini, but not like that of a Hunter. Her name was Sylvia and she was a real Trooper.

I’d drunk a few Coronas when I tried to Impreza. She told me not to Porsche it. I told her I wanted to Lancer. Turns out she was an Escort, so by her standards I wasn’t that Ford. I didn’t want to pay, she said you don’t know what your Nissan. So I paid. I took her back to my place or HQ as I like to call it, I had a Bighorn and, of course, I was an absolute Legend.

Later, when there was a Prelude, I went to see if there was any food left in the Lada. It was a great night, but I really should have worn a condom because you see, I left her with my Legacy… a little Bambina.