We often spoke about travelling the Great Ocean Road together but we never got a chance. I didn't care at the time, as all that mattered was that she was in my garage and I was giving her regular servicing.
She was beautiful, curvaceous, and had attitude especially around the 7000 RPM mark. Things were great!
As time went by we started to drift apart. Work commitments starting taking priority, while she was becoming more and more sensitive about the neglected roadworks in Brisbane. I'm not exactly sure what the specific moment was when we decided to part. But what I do know was that it was the right decision.
I knew we'd both be ok, her with her new owner, and me with an old banged up ute.
I will always remember the good times.
All good things must end.