So, you decide to celebrate the end of chemo by buying a modern, usable classic that won’t break the bank - an everyday driver, understated but classy.
You then learn that your cancer is back with a vengeance; all available funding will have to go towards the ‘£3000 every three weeks’ chemo, and that you’ll have to undertake radiotherapy at the same time. Because the fucking NHS.....David Cameron....abolition of rare cancer fund.....blah blah blah....
What do you do, eh?
You buy a Seicento Sporting for £500, that’s what you do. Pick up in two weeks. It’s no TT, but I’ve experience with the breed and other little screamy Fiats, so if I am leaving this mortal coil, I’m doing it in something that weighs 700kg on 13” alloys at 8000rpm.
So, you decide to celebrate the end of chemo by buying a modern, usable classic that won’t break the bank - an everyday driver, understated but classy.
You then learn that your cancer is back with a vengeance; all available funding will have to go towards the ‘£3000 every three weeks’ chemo, and that you’ll have to undertake radiotherapy at the same time. Because the fucking NHS.....David Cameron....abolition of rare cancer fund.....blah blah blah....
What do you do, eh?
You buy a Seicento Sporting for £500, that’s what you do. Pick up in two weeks. It’s no TT, but I’ve experience with the breed and other little screamy Fiats, so if I am leaving this mortal coil, I’m doing it in something that weighs 700kg on 13” alloys at 8000rpm.