Back to life!

It's been some time, I'm not sure how long, since I was conscious enough to think straight. I think I was last compos' about sixteen years ago but rusting metal isn't much of a power source. I do remember someone connecting up my engine to a bursting, juicy battery and firing me up but it was short lived.
My new owner had re assembled the box of bits that sat where my back seat should be but became overwhelmed with the task of getting me on the road.

Old Fiats are renowned for rusting but then, how many Austin 1100s have you seen lately? We all get old in the end and without a bit of help, we all fall apart and rust in the same places. I had a set of new sills fitted once when I got a bit past it. Unfortunately, the welder didn't remove the rusty originals and the tin worms really got going in the dark and damp!
Another owner who liked driving around muddy fields didn't help as mud is excellent tin worm food! I'm not sure if he actually had a licence but I got tired of fields-ghastly wet places.
I digress.

The latest owner had been doing a bit to help me back on the road to recovery by buying parts for me. A nice pair of black sills, a new bonnet and two new floor pans appeared early on when he sold a rather smart Fiat 126. Nice Polish chap he was.

I heard the poor little devil complaining when he lost his garage to me and had to go and live on a hill in Sussex. I was quite happy lounging under a tree listening to the birds and looking at the modern cars passing by. Have you noticed that no one seems to have their engine at the back nowadays?

I digress again. Must be getting old.

After a few months I was put on a trailer and thought, "This is it for you Luigi. The great autostrada in the sky for you!" But no, we had a nice drive out into the country past smart cottages and fields full of sheep and then I was dropped off in a much bigger garage. Chuffed?
Not half!
Safe but not very sound I was the sole occupant apart from about thirty packing cases and various tools. Then it rained.