A Winter of Discontent by
Greg Walker
Cold breath condensing and
freezing on the windscreen, brittle frost encasing glass in nature's swirling patterns,
sluggish battery lazily swinging over a cold engine block, rocksalt devilishly strewn
about the land.
Black ice constantly
awaiting to ensnare the unwary driver, raucous winds howl and race away through sparse and
skeletal trees into a cold and unforgiving dark night sky. Driving sleet and snow reducing
visibility to a crawl, all of these elements conspire to test the mettle of the Manta and
its master.
But for the sturdy robust
and well maintained Manta they will present no obstacles. Meaty tyres, healthy battery,
winter wash in wiper resevoir, antifreeze in radiator and skillful driver at the helm.
Put your trust in this
magical miracle of cars. And in return it will guide you safely ton your way through
hostile terrain to hearth and home.
Greg Walker (Aug '95)
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