A short post today. The adrenaline has finally worn off from Friday and I’ve run out of puff. Good stuff that adrenaline. Has some kick to it.
The Builder and I are searching for a new car. We are both thinking that it’s time that insurance companies offered Truly Comprehensive Insurance (TCI). Under a TCI policy, the company would find you another car, to your specifications, and have it delivered to your door. With a driver. Without TCI, you’re left dazed and confused, with no car, no clear idea of what you’re going to buy and no real time in which to do it.
The trouble is that one car looks much like another. Strip away the advertising and you’re left with a basically grey interior, steering wheel, gear stick, brake and accelerator. Even the exterior colours seem to come down to white, silver or that weird goldy brown colour that looks faded by the sun.
The World’s Most Boring Car is starting to look good by comparison. May it rest in peace.
The worst part is that we’ll have another car to name. Just last week we had to confess to Mr6 that he has the kind of parents who name their cars. Mr3 thought it perfectly normal – he still inhabits a world where vehicles are called Scoop, Muck, Dizzy and Roary. Mr6 was less sure. Already he’s crossing over into the real world, where the stuff his parents do is bound and destined to embarrass him at some point.
Cars named Victor, Harry and Kit fall into this category. Kit, with its KnightRider overtones, is particularly good, I think.
