I sometimes find it hard to understand the
workings of the female mind. Whether this is a self-protection ploy on their part
I cannot say, but sometimes they are distinctly odd. Leaving aside their
reluctance to enjoy the uplifting experience of travelling at speed in an open
car, they question the very reasons for owning such a motor. “You just like to
have people admire it” they state. Well there is no doubt that the occasional
expression of admiration is nice. I had a gentleman tell me the other day that
it was worth coming out that day, just to see the car. Splendid - a man of
taste obviously - but that is just a minor pleasure compared to the fun of
driving these lovely machines and there are other, more tangible,
benefits.
A friend of mine was contemplating buying one recently, but was getting
the “What’s it for” from his wife. So I advised him to do the sums and it
turned out that by selling his smart BMW and buying a ‘proper’ car, he would be
saving around £3,000 per annum. Then when the fun factor was added into the
equation, it was absolutely no contest.
Now I know there are enlightened ladies who do not mind the odd draught
ruffling their coiffure and even some who get their fingernails dirty, but they
are the exception. If you find one of these - hang on tight! But remember
Isadora Duncan and don’t let her wear a long scarf!
Poop. Poop.
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