“Adam, are you ready?” I cooed, leaning in and patting him. He winked and unlocked the door for me. I swivelled my legs in and adjusted the seat until I got comfy.
shall we go?” I asked him as the engine purred contentedly. “How
about a run to Box Hill? We could stop in at Denbies?” I suggested.
Adam growled, he likes to be consulted.
pulled away from the flats, Adam tooted the horn so I could wave at a
passing acquaintance. I released my window and shouted, “It's such
a beautiful day, we thought we'd go for a drive.” I know she heard
me, but her smile was aimed directly at Adam.
High Street, we crawled along, held up by every set of traffic
lights; at a snail's pace I noticed women throwing Adam admiring
glances. I distracted him by asking him if he wanted the radio on or
would he prefer some music. We tried a few stations, but decided to
enjoy each other's company. I was relieved to get on to a more open
road and away from those preying eyes.
was glued to the smaller, winding 'country' roads, as he watched out
for cyclists, ramblers, horses, and unruly motorists; the ones who
expect to barge past regardless of the tight path. There were a few
'hairy' moments, but Adam drives well and takes utmost care if he has
passengers. I sat back and enjoyed the tranquil effect he has on me.
turned onto the Zigzag, we relived moments from the Olympics as Adam
shifted gears and worked hard to get us uphill. As we climbed, I
encouraged him to “Think of Wiggins!” Groaning, he got us to the
top where we stopped to take in the breathtaking scenery. He
recovered in the sun while I milled around with day-trippers and
borrowed a pair of binoculars. Imagine my surprise when I spied a
group huddled about him! I zoomed in on some Japanese tourists taking
snaps of him. They were capturing his features in different lights
and from different angles; a gaggle of girls were covering their
mouths with their hands and giggling. In my absence, Adam seemed to
have taken to indiscreet modelling. I hastily handed the binoculars
back, jabbered “Thanks” and marched in Adam's direction.
crowd dispersed as I got there, but I threw daggers at the stragglers
until they too departed. Alone with Adam, I glared at him, “What
the hell is going on? Why are you attracting so much attention
today?” I demanded, giving him a gentle whack and catching the
wing-mirror. I flung open the door, got in and slammed it. Adam
sulked and refused to respond, stalling twice which he blamed on my
drive to Denbies was awkward. I continued to fume whereas Adam lost
his usual smoothness. He handled twists and turns clunkily and fogged
his side of the windscreen. Both of us were very obviously angry. At
Denbies we parked under a tree and parted company. Adam wanted time
to cool-off and I wanted a pot of chamomile tea. I stalked off with my
purse, leaving him to gaze wistfully after me.
returned, Adam was waiting for me. “Shall we make a move? You can
drop me off at my flat.” I said tiredly.
journey home was unremarkable, except Adam chose to bypass the Downs
and instead went through Ashtead. I unbuckled my seatbelt as we drew
up to the communal entrance and placed a comforting hand on the
think we both know this isn't working.” I said sadly. “It's you,
not me. Your style is too urban and your personality is too magnetic
was the end of Adam and me.
I do not own nor have I ever owned a Vauxhall Adam.