XIIVVX
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Some twenty months after I watched the FRP trundle off to its eventual and ill-deserved doom I have finally got to drive a Puma again.
A rather nice Thunder, sitting waiting on the kerb for me. it's owner still snuggled under a duvet, the traffic warden possibly prowling the streets of the small Welsh town.
"I'm just taking it to the car park"
Oh yes.
Well it got there eventually - and it is lovely.
The big cat has its moments, mostly 230 miles into a 250 mile M-way journey. But it was sooo nice to be reacquainted with wearing the car instead of sitting in it, taut handling, nimble acceleration, instant agility.
You lucky bastards. I hate you all. Well nearly all.
Oh.. and guess who cracked their head on the roof as he got out? - How soon we forget.
A rather nice Thunder, sitting waiting on the kerb for me. it's owner still snuggled under a duvet, the traffic warden possibly prowling the streets of the small Welsh town.
"I'm just taking it to the car park"
Oh yes.
Well it got there eventually - and it is lovely.
The big cat has its moments, mostly 230 miles into a 250 mile M-way journey. But it was sooo nice to be reacquainted with wearing the car instead of sitting in it, taut handling, nimble acceleration, instant agility.
You lucky bastards. I hate you all. Well nearly all.
Oh.. and guess who cracked their head on the roof as he got out? - How soon we forget.