Just wondering if anyone can beat this for craziness...
At 78, I'm pushing 80, and I've just had to sell my 15 yr old Citroen CV3 (which was in permanent limp mode), and keen to get a replacement asap, managed to buy what I thought was a Honda saloon, but has turned out to be a Honda Prelude sports coupe ! I declined the offer to sit in it and test drive it, and was actually thrilled to bits with it, as, though 20 years old, it had been superbly looked after, and looked quite a new model to me.
Only when I got into it the next day, having completed the paper work - road tax, insurance, parking permit, etc - I tried to sit in it. Well, I used to stagger about a bit, after managing to emerge from my seat in the CV3, but the floor of this thing must be only a few inches from the road surface, and I have to do a kind of Fosbury Flop to get into it, never mind get out of it ! Trying to get out of it, it's as much as I can do not to land on my knees and roll over on the tarmac a couple of times. When I start off, my body is thrust heavily into the back rest as if I'm a damn hot-rodder ! There are lots of silver cars, many Mercedes, and yesterday I kept trying to get into other peoples cars, mostly Mercs. I expect over there, in the US, I'd have been tazed in rag-time ! 'But officer.... 'Never mind giving me that bullshit !'
I also heard a click as I was about to leave it it, the night before last, before I'd got my parking permit. Did't think much about it, till I tried to get out of the car. I can only imagine it was my friends in the intelligence services playing games with me again. I don't often panic, but I was close to it, struggling to find the means to lock the doors. It seemed a long, long time before I found it, basically, I think, because you tend to think you have exhausted he options. Then, when I pulled into a garage today to get petrol, it took me 5 minutes or more to find the button to open the petrol-cap cover. Very embarrassing, I can tell you. Same quasi-panic that all possibiliti4es had been exhausted.
The car itself is like a great tank, gigantic compared to the CV3, and with the tiny steering wheel, more like one of those Formula 'broken wheel' type of handle-bars, so parking is a bigger problem than ever ! Well, the older I've got, the more space I need to park in, as I have difficulty looking over my shoulders. If I'm lucky and the space is big enough, though not big enough to reverse into, I can go forward well onto the pavement, and then reverse close to the kerb.
I've tried to show you a photo of it, but no luck so far.
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