My dear old Grandmother decided to take it upon herself to buy the family a sunday run around. Lovingly named the 'Sports' car (so so flawed), much to my fathers delight she chose a more classic style motor, much to my disappointment as well, of course. It's very loud, produces choking fumes and is absurdly uncomfortable. That said, they don't make cars as pretty these days & it certainly serves well as a symbol of middle class tradition sitting on our drive. A stark contrast to our more modern, vacuous euro-boxes.
