The best part was driving through the polders with the kids raising their thumb to us. To you especially. They enjoyed your sheer beauty.
I washed you weekly, the first eight years by hand. When you grew the last two years I cheated and drove you through the washing machine. I love your looks, your way of accelerating and your audio is stunning. In- and externally. But after a decade of full enjoyment, it’s time to depart from each other. With pain in my heart. We’ve driven 360.000 kilometers the past ten years, nine times around the world, and every one of them was wonderful.
The ratio wins from the emotions. I feel sorry about that. The Nurburgring is safe again. Maybe I’ll get a little less speeding tickets. I try to convince myself that I made the right decision. But you know that my heart is still with you.