There have been one or two bright spots recently despite my catalogue of disasters.
For instance, it brightened my day immeasurably to see a stretched Hummer broken down by the side of the road.
At first I thought it might just be resting, but the sight of its prop-shaft lying on the road beneath the car confirmed that it was broken. It happened to me in an Escort estate car once. Suddenly I lost power and there was an urgent knocking on the underside of the car. It was thirty five years ago and I still remember it.
I would say that it was in the days before I had reliable cars, but the evidence of the last few weeks suggests that I still don’t have a reliable car.
I’m not particularly in favour of 4×4 vehicles in towns – they aren’t necessary. Even if you live or work in the countryside in the UK, as I did for years, they aren’t really necessary unless you live down a farm track or need to feed livestock in the fields.
They are bulky, uneconomic, polluting and often driven with a degree of arrogance. As evidence of this arrogance I will not only cite the average driving techniques of 4×4 drivers, but point you to the part of the Hummer link that Hummer drivers get five times the average number of traffic tickets per 100,000 miles driven.
That’s before we get onto the “stretch” bit. Judging from the article I’ve linked to, there are more reasons than good taste and a suspicion of American imports to be dubious about stretch limos.
And that concludes my moan for the day.
Hear, hear! I’m with Jodie. A pollution machine.
🙂
There was no facility to comment on ME8 so I’ll do it here. I hadn’t known about the Dutch victory
Apart from my Dad I was also kept informed by “Look & Learn”. 🙂
I’ve no business commenting on anything car related (I often cannot find my own car in a parking lot) but a Stretch Hummer sounds like an abomination. I had no idea such a thing existed. A pollution machine.
Yes, a dreadful symbol of excess and pollution. 🙂
I had a prop shaft problem in an old Sunbeam Talbot on my way to University in 1962. I stopped at a garage in a little village and the mechanic said he thought he knew where he could get one, drove off, came back with it, fitted it and sent me on my way. I have had a soft spot for Witton le Wear ever since.
Those were the days – cars you could work on and mechanics who could fix anything. Witton le Wear looks interesting when viewed on Wikipedia – more interesting than the whole of ME8.
It is a fine part of the country in my view.
That is true. 🙂