Boy racer

Within my hidden depths...I'm a boy racer fighting to get out.

Driving my car back from the dealer this morning, our son tells me that this is the dream car of all boy racers.

Really?

Yes, he nods knowledgeably.

Really?

My mind boggles.

Why?

He shrugs. It just is.


On reflection, when I look back at it parked next to a few other cars, I notice it is quite low slung.

But, my mind rationally suggests, it definitely looks like a sedate hatchback. Yeah.

I'm slightly confused, but I don't care, cos it's blimmin' lovely.

Our son is hoping he will inherit it when next I buy again.

Haha...boyo...not for a long while!