It all started at a party…
I was partaking in a few ales with some friends and we were engrossed in man talk, as I am sure you can imagine it was very high-brow stuff (girls, b**bs etc) but after this intellectual conversation had run its course, about 3 hours, we moved onto the only remaining safe male chat - cars. I happened at this point to mention that I might soon be in the market for a smaller, more fun, car as my current saloon made me feel; - how can I put this, like John Major in Spitting Image. Yes – a bit grey.
I listed a couple of models, Ford ST, VW Golf, Honda S2000, when from across the room the most knowledgeable bloke I know with automobiles looked up and eyed me with what I can only describe as an utter look of pity. I had never experienced such a look as this, and was momentarily speechless as I rapidly replayed my previous comments word-for-word in my mind so I could piece together what I had said that could have triggered such a devastating expression. This, I can assure you, is not easy after a skinful.
He sighed, lazily got up, and casually sauntered over. He picked up an ipad on his journey, and after punching a few keys, he delivered his coup de grace – revealing the most beautiful car I have ever seen, the Alfa Romeo Brera S…
Ever since then I have not been able to stop thinking about her. I think my wife thinks I am having an affair.
What is one to do????
Oh, and hi everyone. Long time reader fist time poster.