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......
