The Little Car that Could
When I first met my curly-haired wife, Emily, she was living in Joburg, as was I, and she would regularly drive home to her parents’ farm in Winterton in the KwaZulu-Natal Drakensberg for weekends. She did this 800-kilometre round trip in a silver Hyundai Atos that had tiny wheels and weighed less than my first mountain bike. Aurelia was her name, and she was Emily’s first car. with clean clothes and home-baked goodies. She was loved, that little car.
