I Am So Stoked,
having just got off the phone with a Syrian man who wants to buy my 1996 Toyota Carib for his wife to learn to drive with. It’s a great car that has served me well for 19 years, and I expect to continue to power on for a few more years. It’s so satisfying to me to know that it will serve someone well, instead of being destined for the scrap-metal heap.
It’s so NZ, that one can mention to an acquaintance that they want their loved and still reliable 24-year-old car to go to someone who can benefit from it - and within a few hours find the perfect match. I love living in a country that is small and intimate enough to make magic happen.
I hope you'll excuse my overly enthusiastic self at the moment ; ).