Classic edition. Plenty of character. Some parts rattle but that’s how you know it’s authentic. 💀 High mileage. Mostly motorway miles through Baghdad with the dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree and absolutely nobody qualified to fix it. 12 previous owners. One was James Bond Which explains the emotional damage, mysterious injuries and why this thing occasionally looks cool despite actively falling apart. ☕ Current owner is a university graduate 🎓 Although the memory system now operates like an Etch A Sketch in a tumble dryer. Walk into room: “Right. Important mission.” Arrive in room: No thoughts. Brain completely factory reset. 💀 Sometimes I open the fridge and stare into it like an ancient wizard trying to contact the spirits. Features include: work horse model powered mostly by caffeine and stubbornness very agile from lots of yoga can fall over in four different languages 🤸‍♂️🤣 known to leak when excessive caffeine added ☕ Cruises beautifully at 57mph like a reliable haulage truck. 🚛 Will absolutely do 70mph… but stuff starts falling off, steering wheel shakes and the entire chassis begins vibrating like a washing machine full of bricks. Trying get all my ducks in a row these days… but honestly one’s a pigeon, one’s a seagull and one might actually just be a raccoon in a wig. 🦆🕊️🦝💀 Still a solid work horse though. Still works. Still trains. Still dads professionally. Still gets back up. 💪🏼 Before pacing I treated life like I was being hunted for sport: WORK GYM DIY KIDS 4 HOURS SLEEP CAFFEINE FULL SEND Then my nervous system finally pulled me aside like: “Big man… you are not an anime protagonist.” 🤣 Now I pace myself properly. Turns out with MS the trick isn’t driving flat out everywhere… it’s keeping enough bolts attached to actually enjoy the journey.