Fairwell, ever sprinting slab, you’re the bearer of many times, most of which illegal, the various thousands of miles we travelled in your humble cabin, and to those times I travelled in your monochomatic life in the back. To the times you provided us shelter from the elements, in times of sleep, in times of rave and in times of “gtfo quick we have been caught”.
Rest in Peace, blue road king, indigo warrior, king of slabs, merker of car, king of the Van.
Biggest respect to Scott, who unrelentingly drove this beast many thousands of miles.
Photo: Chlo, Manchester, (2009)
