biggs682
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We looked at a Fusion with cvt once and decided on a Mitsubishi Galant instead
Did you get that job you were after Drago?
We looked at a Fusion with cvt once and decided on a Mitsubishi Galant instead
Does he look like this?Regular followers of my ramblings know I recently acquired a Ford Fusion, attracted as I was by it's all round cheapness. The smell of wee and cabbage is bearable, worth it for the bonus of acquiring such a fine example of a low mileage car for £700.
Anyway, to me its a car. Cheap, reliable, occasional transport.
They never sold very well when new as they cost near in as much as a Focus, which seems a strange ploy for what is essentially an over inflated fiesta. This means they never sold well by Ford standards, and while it's hardly rare you don't see them every day either.
Until last week.
I came out the Doctors to see an old boy parking his dark blue Fusion next to my light blue example. As he passed me he said "morning, nice car" and gave me a thumbs up.
Later that morning I was driving through another local village and this chap was coming then other way, grinning inanely and waving like a loon. Then again that afternoon.
And the following day.
And every time I venture out thereafter.
I'm now frightened to go out for fear of bumping into my stalker again. Should I buy another car, or should I just accept the local chapter of the Ford Fusion pensioners have accepted me as one of their own, and I should drape a chequered picnic blanket across the rear seat forthwith?
You sure that's not you?
I was going to change the photo for a coffin in the boot just in case, you know old people being prepared and all but i thought it might be in bad taste .
Didn't happen to me when I had my Fusion, though mine was the cheap to tax and economical diesel with the gutless, injector leak-prone PSA engine.
It must be something else.
There's something missing!You sure that's not you?
And don't forget to douse yourself in
I've had a few Landies, and their owners are Cammie wearing shotgun toting beardies, just my type. It's the sudden association with the pension book mafia that's taken me by surprise.
Used to get the same waves when I had my 1971 VW Camper, Ruby.
Sigh.
I miss that malevolent heap of rusting, clapped-out junk.