The Chantel.

When you ask someone what their favourite car is, their answer will most likely be something like an Aston Martin or Lamborghini or if they are into tuning cars something like a Skyline or something... when someone asks me what my favourite car, I like to get more specific, and by specific I mean the actual individual car. Probably one of my favourite cars ever is Quire’s car, I don’t know if it has a name, but it has to be one of the most fun cars in the world to be in. The speakers in that car are so loud that people doing tests in that maths room next to the study centre get distracted as he pulls into the car park. Jack’s Holden station wagon is another favourite car of mine. I am not exactly sure why, but I think it’s because I have permanent shotgun in the front whenever Heinicke and I are both in it at the same time. I don’t know if either of Chris’s cars are ones that I would rank amongst my favourites though, Heinicke has permanent shotgun in the red one which is pretty annoying, and all we do in it is argue over which song should be the car’s song. His blue car is great, but it sometime’s gives me and Kenny headaches. Pee Wee's Prelude is another favourite of mine, and so it T's station wagon for obvious reasons.

By far though, my favourite car in the world is Chantel; Saf’s car. Chantel is a 1986 Toyota Corona, I would like to say that it could possibly be the world’s best conditioned ’86 Corona but that would be a lie, especially considering that it might even be the worst kept car in the world. Chantel has the dodgiest front passenger window ever, it has a really nice looking window handle thing that you use to put the window down, but if you roll it down, it will get stuck somewhere, so the window handle thing is pretty much just for show. Also, if you close the door too hard, the window just falls down into the car door, so you need to take good care when you are in the front.

There have been many good memories with Chantel. We have gone out late at night sign stealing until early morning. Finding construction site’s taking speed signs, detour signs and roadwork ahead signs to put up as decoration around our rooms. I haven’t put mine up yet though, my room just has signs scattered all over the floor and leaning up against my wardrobe. There was also the time that Chantel got egged right out the front of my house. Instead of being angry, Saf was just happy that he got egged, it was a good time and a half. I thought that because of this he wouldn’t mind if I egged his car as a joke. I threw a single egg at his car, it was a great throw and splattered all over the driver door and window, but he seemed to mind because he beat the shit out of me later that night.

The best thing about Chantel was, she was a shit-box. Saf would drive into traffic cones and small signs and shit just to see what would happen, because if Chantel got damaged in any way, it isn’t like you would notice because it was already covered it dents, scratches, and mysterious markings that no one could explain... not to mention that Saf engraved Chantel on the side of the car.

Chantel’s life was cut tragically short on the 24th of September when I was cranking David Guetta so loud that we couldn’t hear that Chantel was dying. When the song ended, we could hear the last signs of life from Chantel as she broke down for the last time. It was one of the saddest moments of my life, and I can’t help but feel partially to blame, and by I can’t help it, I mean that it is hard to think otherwise when Saf keeps telling me that it is all my fault. I love you Chantel, you will be forever missed.