My old car started making a noise. Not a very loud noise, but a noise I knew wasn't there before, and so I took it to the local friendly mechanic who diagnosed it as terminal. With 92,000 miles in the clock, it needed a new clutch, a new gearbox... who knows what else?
So I had to trade it in for a newer one. But while that was going on (never an enjoyable process - in fact, dealing with car salesmen is right up there with contracting Ebola or being stuck in an elevator with Donald Trump in my book), I still had to drive the old car to work every day (a round trip of 60-70 miles), hoping it didn't pack up completely. It was a very stressful couple of weeks.
Still, all over now. Until the next time.
None of those is really appropriate as I haven't (and probably never will) bought a brand new car. The one I've traded in for is 5 years old, and that's pretty new for me. So I'm going to settle for this...
Tyler Ballgame is my first name to watch of 2026. He's got a classy Roy Orbison vocal delivery (developed while singing Crying at Open Mic Nights), with nods to Harry Nilsson, Elvis, Macca and... well, a little bit of the old Father John Misty self-awareness.
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