I have a once new bought rennkompressor about 31 years now. She used to have a smooth white paint on her body. But after all those years of friendly abuse her paint is in an awfull state, she looks like a real bitch now. But she never – and I mean really never – let me down for a single moment. The strangest thing happened about a month ago, I watched her standing quietly in the corner of my garage, a glint of sunlight at her feet. I picked her up and slid my hand softly along her rusty skin, and instantly something happened. I felt I got attached to her, more then I could imagine to happen 31 years ago. So since I can’t speak in words to her about the gratitude I feel, I decided to give her a paintjob soon. Because she’s so damn worth it.