I scratched the car.. the lovely BMW.
I scratched it, not just a plain scratch but a whole huge and long scratch with a few rocky walls I encountered on the way to God Knows Where because someone must have known where I was going. My idea was finding the sea, after all, I’m on a small island… I was quite sure it wasn’t going to be that difficult getting near the sea…
A normal, road turned into a fennel, rocks on both sides and holes on the floor… Hell on Wheels!
I don’t want a sporty BMW on this island, I want an old battered tiny car with good sturdy wheels… maybe a tank would do. That’s it, I want a tank!
This little baby, in Valencia would do much better, much much better and I’d probably get done for speeding!