no not really.
Oh, OK. I'm afraid that does make you rather shallow.
no not really.
Oh, OK. I'm afraid that does make you rather shallow.
Yes I guess so....
FTFY.
Yes I guess so....
Sir, by changing a part of my post from:
"When I met my wife I drove a 2CV, which is in many ways the inverse of owning a car"
to:
"When I met my wife I drove a 2CV, which is in no sense at all the inverse of owning a car."
and adding an FTFY...
... you may have been seeing things as a cyclist, rather than a more general road user. Whilst you (as a cyclist) may see the 2CV as a car, most drivers (as drivers) see it as some sort of Coelacanth-like prehistoric hybrid between an umbrella and a sewing machine.
In truth, they are right in many ways. I drove little else for over a decade and can confirm that apart from attracting tax demands from the exchequer, it had little in common with what modern society thinks of as a car.
If they were still built, I'd still drive one.
Well, forgive me if I am wrong, but the 2CV is in fact a car, last time I checked!![]()
This, 20 years on still working a treat.I would.. I chose Mrs Ian because she had a nice car that could ferry me home from the pub.
Well, forgive me if I am wrong, but the 2CV is in fact a car, last time I checked!![]()
That is an understandable response.my tuppence...
If I were to hypothetically head back into the dating scene, as a woman, I wouldn't want to be picked up in a car on a first date by someone I didn't know well, so first impressions and all that wouldn't apply.
Excuse me !Cars are more or less essential for teenage sex in prudish cultures, and useful for extra-marital affairs, but beyond that they are largely irrelevant, unless you are a kerb-crawler.
Excuse me !my local is 4 miles away and up a bloody great hill home....just ask Graham !
Ive done this on many occasion and have also enjoyed it (all 1000 ft of it). However the wife insists if I am incapable (which I frequently am) to leave the bike at the pub and she'll come and get meI used to live sharply uphill from the boozer, and mostly quite enjoyed the bike ride home, but I could deduce from traces of wild garlic caught in the rear mech that I had fallen in the hedge quite often.