I have had the new [?] car for nearly three years now.
This is good news as the loan will shortly be paid off and we’ll have an extra few squids coming in. It has just occurred to me that my monthly payments on that loan are almost exactly four times our original mortgage. How times change? Anyhows, back to the car.
I learned how to set the clock yesterday.
This may seem a little remiss on my part and I suppose it shows either my disinterest in time these days or just plain laziness. I prefer the former.
Since I got the car, I haven’t done any real driving. Yes, I have been down to the village countless times and zapped up and down the motorway a few times but I have never really driven it cross country. Seeing as my old Focus not only was well acquainted with the West Coast but had also been down through France several times, this is more than a little overdue. I thought maybe it was time to open the manual [it’s a massive tome] and have a look to see what I might have been missing. Hence my new ability to set the clock.
I’m still not quite sure about the new [?] car [it’s a Dacia Logan Signature if anyone is interested]. There’s no doubt that it’s bigger inside than anything I have driven before but it seems lighter. Somehow it just doesn’t seem quite as solid as my previous vehicles [except maybe for the Datsun Cherry that was determined to grow rust at a phenomenal rate]. I still haven’t quite got the hang of reversing it in spite of the camera I had fitted on the boot. My parallel parking leaves a lot to be desired these days and I’m always nervous reversing in through my own gate.
One of it’s little quirks which I find very irritating is the cigarette lighter. Why the fuck does it switch off during the act of starting the engine? This may sound utterly trivial but it is a pain in the arse. Why?
Well, the lighter socket is used to power my SatNav. The latter takes an age to boot up before I can programme it. So I sit into the car, switch on the ignition and programme the SatNav. When all is set, I start the engine and the fucking SatNav reboots and I have to start all over again while the engine is running. I’m sure that can be fixed with a judicious spot of rewiring but that’s the kind of job that could land me in trouble.
Anyway, having discovered the delights of setting the clock it’s maybe time I switch manuals to read the one for the radio.
That’s even more complicated.