The story that follows this picture is fictional – all except the garage, which is real.
Advice was the one thing Dad always gave without hesitation. So I lapped it up in the place of love: never trusted a man with a skull tattoo, never bought vegetables after 6pm, got cars serviced at a dealership.
Then I bought my dream car: an 1967 MGB Roadster. My nearest dealership is Swansea and I’m not driving into Wales every time I need an oil change. Forums give the little garage rave reviews. The guy has a voice like an old MG engine: Soft and growly, sounds like trust.
Appointment’s tomorrow – something tells me he has a skull tattoo.