Miles Jarvis was a fanciful man. He came originally from an old
Boston family and had enough money left over from
his parents’ trust fund to collect everything and anything red.
Miles was obsessed with the colour red, so he spent the majority of
his money procuring red shoes, red coats, red pens, red doors, red
cars, and red eyes (from his hay fever).
Most of all, Miles Jarvis loved red cars. He collected all kinds of
red cars, from the unreliable to the undeniably fashionable.
Eventually, Mr. Jarvis purchased his red Bugatti Veyron, which was
his most adored possession. Each day, he’d fall to one knee as if to
propose, and toil away waxing at each inch of his beloved Bugatti.
A series of events and a close call led Jarvis to the conclusion
that his Veyron was to never be driven on public roads again. A
short trip to the corner shop almost totalled his car when a nursery
worker peeled around the corner at high speeds. Instead, he chose to
drive his Veyron up and down the long road of his private country
Mr. Jarvis often invited his best friends over to check out his
Veyron and his extensive collection of red-coloured autos. While
they did indeed their friend Miles’ cars, they longed to drive on
the open road. Through some act of God or another miracle, they
convinced Miles to take a road trip to Cardiff.
The reclusive "aristocrat" was finally persuaded, and so began the
planning of the trip. Miles looked at some of the options for car
insurance from his local company, and noticed that the twelve-month
term plans were quite expensive. He was frugal with everything
outside of the realm of cars, so he shopped around for the best deal
at other insurers.
Miles decided on a plan. This plan
could have insured his car for 1 to 28 days, which was plenty for his week-long
excursion with his mates. The trip went perfectly for the most part,
excepting the undercooked steak at a pub along the way, and an
As Miles and his friends were drowsily tailing a moving truck, a
brass tent pole came loose and impaled Miles’ beloved Veyron
straight through the window, destroying the dashboard, steering
wheel, hood, and the expensive stereo installed in the Veyron. The
front end of the Bugatti was totalled, and Miles was devastated at
the damage inflicted by the mover. After giving him a
tongue-lashing, Miles called his insurance company on his mobile.
Since Miles had dealt with a reputable company when he got his
insurance quote, the Bugatti’s repairs were paid in full, and Miles’
was delivered back to him within a week. Somehow, his friends
couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him.
Miles clutched his Veyron with both of his arms, throwing them
around the chrome-trimmed mirror, “I love you! Don’t ever scare me
like that again, do you hear me?”
His screams echoed throughout the garage as he embraced his one and
only true love: the Bugatti Veyron.
do things differently!