So there I was with water up to my knees, desperately shoving against the bonnet and inching my gleaming black sportswagon out of the Thames. But even back on dry land, it was all in vain. It was too late. Nooooooo! The water had done for her engine, and two weeks later it was official. She was a write-off. Why the hell did I park up on the river road? Forgive me, Alfisti! Agh!
Faced with this terrible loss and my idiocy, with a heavy heart, I set about sourcing another Wagon. Sure, I looked at others. Mercs, Jags...but still no other 'estate' comes close to sculpted lines and irresistible looks that Michelangelo himself would have been proud to have chiseled.
After more hours spent trawling the interwebs for a quite frankly unhealthy amount of time that I don't care to remember, I found her. All shiny chrome TI details in a come hither Stromboli designer coat. I had to have her! At any cost!
Turns out my new bella-to-be was the Neapolitan mistress of Gimpo, from this very board. A very agreeable chap who had obviously doted on his Italian bella - even going so far to have had her paintwork sealed and her true 2.4JTDM power unleashed with a DPF removal and remap. And oh boy. She may be high maintenance but now she moves and sings as sweetly as she should. I'll take good care of her, Gimpo. Avanti, bellisima!