The old dog. The cosmic blue chariot.
My car has been called many things in its lifetime. And it has achieved. It has broken down. It has lost fights with pheasants. It has been to Winchester (no link available – it wasn't that exciting). So it was with great joy that we celebrated a landmark on Saturday evening, together, halfway round the bottom of the M25 on the way back from watching Gillingham draw 0-0 with Bury.
123456 miles on the clock.
I've been waiting for it to come up for a while, and now it's passed, we are ready for 234567, driveshaft permitting.