8th August 2016
Finally! I get out into the fresh air after months in that horrible dark barn with the nasty pigeons and not-so-lovely horse poo aromas.
The owner guy drove me down to that garage servicing place in Glasgow for my MOT test thingummy. (Doesn't MOT meant "Moggies On Tour" or something?)
Anyway, it seems that I did quite well on the test with a good Pass and no bad comments at all.
Later on in the day a different guy came to pick me up... I think it was the same big Scottish guy who was poking around me the other day?
(I wouldn't mind, but he didn't even phone me, send me flowers or anything...)
Anyway, it turned out to be a bit scary because he didn't seem to be very familiar with my little "quirks", and getting through Glasgow city centre onto the M8 motorway can be a bit..... fraught at the best of times.
My "lovely" high and switch-like clutch biting point, and the bus-ride distances that my gear lever likes to travel between engaging gears may have unsettled the poor fella as the buses and lorries bore down on us.
Ahhh there's nothing like the crunch of a gear or the kangaroo style bounce away from the traffic lights to get your oil flowing in the morning.
Of course the real fun began as we approached our first junction at the bottom of a rather steep hill...
I think that he must recently have had a nasty experience of sitting on cutlery or something, because I'm sure that I heard him whisper something about "Forks Ache"?? as he stomped on my brake pedal.
I remember making note of the bemused look of panic on his face as he glanced over to his left, looking for a non-existent nearside wing mirror, before almost giving himself whiplash as he had to spin his head quickly around to see what was at his rear quarter.
Pretty soon though, we made it onto the motorway and the big guy seemed to relax a wee bit. I'd never been on this stretch of road before but it was BIG and WIDE and we tentatively made it all the way up to 55mph before the inevitable roadworks brought us back to 50.
I took the liberty of glancing at his face again, and this time he had a huge weird grin there? A mixture of relief and nostalgia perhaps? Or maybe he was just regretting eating that kebab for lunch...
Well, 20 minutes later after a short and uneventful drive we came to a stop in a lovely wee rural Scottish village where I instantly felt at home as my new human's 2 boys came running out cheering and smiling at me!
I think this is going to work out just fine...

