It sounds like the title of a badly written, short story that was printed in the back of a free magazine. What I do know is this; the car exists and when it is seen the observer’s blood runs cold.
You can see it a mile off, you know that what you’re looking at is the Flying Dutchman of the motoring world. Well, out here at least. There may be a Red Mazda of your local town, I don’t know.
I remember when I first saw it and I was just newly moved in. I thought that it wasn’t going to be a problem, that my Renault and the Mazda could live in harmony out here in the back-of-beyond. But no, the Mazda took another victim. It couldn’t resist, its basic model ways, and its quirky bumper sticker lashed out and in under a second claimed another soul.
This is a word of warning. If you see this car, parked, waiting at lights, or driving along stay away. It’s not worth your life to be stuck behind the meandering, dangerously slow and inept Red Mazda of Courtmacsherry.
I saw it this morning after thinking it had gone into hibernation. There it was with three other victims helplessly trailing along behind it. I had to pull over and hide, I had to get away before I too was snared and left to writhe in my seat in despair and anger at the Red Mazda of Courtmacsherry.
Maybe it’s not the Mazda’s fault, maybe it too has been enslaved by something more powerful. Maybe it has a parasite controlling it, forcing it to do it’s bidding? Who knows, I certainly don’t have the courage to approach the unforgiving beast.
Just keep South West Cork in your prayers tonight, this beast is awake and back. There is nothing we can do but try and live alongside it. One day a hero will rise and take it from us. Until that day, pray.