Things seemed to be going so well after the new slave brought me to Argentina. I had a nice warm night in a locked garage with an attendant, I behaved, and we visited some auto parts stores. Now that I reflect on those few days, I think I can pin point it exactly to when Curt and his friend Cooper took me to the auto parts store, and I had a few exhaust farts inside the cab; Cooper looked very sick and he was clamoring to get out of there fast. I thought we were all friends, and what's a little gas to pass between friends. Apparently Cooper didn't see it that way and promptly vomited. Next thing I know an Argentine man named Wolly gets behind the wheel and proceeds to attempt to drive by using my horn. Curt and Buenos Aires disappear as Wolly horns out of the city to a dark old barn in the countryside, teases me with a few spins around in the mud, and then abandons me. Just when things were looking up, here I am alone and probably destined for the scrap heap.
The relationship between myself and Frank & Sylvi had gotten rather rocky recently. They had even sold me a few weeks ago to a man who ripped out nearly anything of value from me, before handing me back to Frank & Sylvi in a fit of buyer's remorse. Ever since that day, I knew that our days together were numbered. Frank & Sylvi pretended to be nice to me with rub downs and pep talks, and I pretended to listen and behave. When they left me with some nice older people in Colonia for a week, I thought it was the end. But then at the end of the week, who should come by but Frank! No Sylvi, just Frank and two unknown men. I know from prior experience that this is exactly the type of situation when I need to really put on a show and razzle dazzle them; no unnecessary farting. It appeared that only one of the two unknown men was interested in me, so I set my charms on him alone. He kicked my tires, opened my hood, probed at my innards, and then he want to go for a drive! Frank started me up, and backed me up out of the driveway. Now normally I would give Frank a bit of fun with grinding gearbox and inability to get into gear and that sort of thing, but not today. Today I smoothly transitioned to reverse, and then we set out down the road for the 'test drive'. I never smoked much, just ran like a purring kitten. The test driver, Frank called him Curt, seemed to be really taken with me. The third man was not interested, just trying to get out as fast as possible. Curt really got into things and we all drove into town. When Curt drove straight to an automotive parts store, I knew this was going to work out very well between us. A few darts around town and then we got on the ferry and arrived in Buenos Aires. What a joy to be back in the land of high priced parts and licentious mechanics! Frank got out and Curt and the other man drove me to a parking garage for the night. I am pretty sure that Frank will be back to see me, maybe not today but someday. This Curt guy should be alright though; a good start anyways.