if its anything like my wifes C5 the automatic lights are just playing up again, forever switching on & off in bright sunshine, plus it is only that close because about 20 minutes ago the driver touched the throttle and the turbo has only just responded.:cheese:
My wife doesn't like driving my Alfa "because it scares me, I don't feel in control" I dont like driving her C5 "Because it ****":cheese:
i haven't seen a single one yet, or maybe they're just so non-descript that i've seen dozens but just haven't noticed...
very disappointed in the french resorting to germanophilia, i always quite admired our garlic-munching cousins for their fierce individuality and bloody-minded awkwardness. oh well, they were hitler's b*tch in 1940, maybe they quite liked things that way.
whilst i'm on that sticky point.... every weekday morning i drive down leicester road in manchester which is almost exclusively populated by orthodox jews. there was a time when every single car there was an old volvo (as i understand it, for years volvo were renowned as the only manufacturer not to use a single german part in their cars). it still is awash with ancient old scandinavian tanks, but there's an increasing number of bmw's these days. what's that all about? has all been forgiven and forgotten by the younger hasidic social climbers?