Like most car related blogs, i'm going to rant a lot and tell you that
certain vehicles are either a pile of shite, or the best thing since
sliced Hovis.
Unlike most car related blogs, i'm restricting myself to cars i've
either owned, hired, borrowed, had foisted upon me by work, or merely
had the misforture to have been a passenger in.
I'm allowed to rattle on about cars, as I do about 30,000 miles a years,
i'm 6'5", educated in Staffordshire, with no dress sense, and I look
like i'm trying to smuggle a Beetle down my shirt. And I like The Who.
Which, all considered, puts me in a demographic of two. The other one
can buy a Vectra every 30 seconds on his wages, should he ever want to,
but I couldn't buy one in three years - without the help of a chipmonk
faced girl in a life-jacket.
So, sit back, in your beaded bucket seats, and read the ranting of a sad
and bitter young man who once made the chronic mistake of learning to
drive.
Like most car related blogs, i'm going to rant a lot and tell you that
certain vehicles are either a pile of shite, or the best thing since
sliced Hovis.
Unlike most car related blogs, i'm restricting myself to cars i've
either owned, hired, borrowed, had foisted upon me by work, or merely
had the misforture to have been a passenger in.
I'm allowed to rattle on about cars, as I do about 30,000 miles a years,
i'm 6'5", educated in Staffordshire, with no dress sense, and I look
like i'm trying to smuggle a Beetle down my shirt. And I like The Who.
Which, all considered, puts me in a demographic of two. The other one
can buy a Vectra every 30 seconds on his wages, should he ever want to,
but I couldn't buy one in three years - without the help of a chipmonk
faced girl in a life-jacket.
So, sit back, in your beaded bucket seats, and read the ranting of a sad
and bitter young man who once made the chronic mistake of learning to
drive.
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