The Most Colorful Car in Town

Years ago I shared an apartment building with a girlcar look festive and welcoming. When it rained, she
who had the bravest, most devil may care attitudethrust her feet into two plastic Harrods shopping bags
toward personal transport. I lived in the ground floorto keep her shoes dry in the driver's flooded foot well.
and she lived in the top floor studio apartment. SheThere was no second gear for some strange reason,
worked for the local television studios as a journalist,and no reverse. The brakes made a crunching noise
so need to travel to work each day by car.and none of the window winding handles were actually
I was unable to drive at the time, I did not pass my testattached to the doors, they were all hanging by wires,
until years later, so I would commute via the bus to mywhich one had to apply to the bare window screws
office in an industrial estate some miles away.prior to actually winding the windows up or down.
Sometimes if my friend Zora was late, she wouldA policeman stopped us at the traffic lights once and
offer me a lift on the grounds that as she was alreadyasked whether Zora ever put air in her tyres.
in trouble she may as well do me the favor.'How am I supposed to know when to put air in the
Her car was the most unbelievable wreck you evertyres?' she asked testily.
saw. It was some kind of Ford and had originally been'When they go square at the bottom Madam.' He
red, we thought, but was now an ugly shade of dullanswered.
pink without any shine whatever, the paint havingHe eventually waved us on, on the understanding that
faded to nothing some decades before. Rust edgedZora would have the radiator fixed, which bled red
every window and wing mirror and the interior seatingwater into the road whenever she was stationery for
was an ugly shade of gold in pvc.more than two minutes, and that she would pay some
The parcel shelf at the back displayed a series ofattention to the tyres before driving the car again.
gonks in multicolored suits, Zora thought they made the