When A Car Lover Scores

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I met her at the Civic. I'd been Holden up the bar all night and 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 Hunter.
Her name was Sylvia and she was a real Trooper. I'd drunk a few Corona's 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