I’ve never really been bothered about what car I drive providing it is:
1) reliable and economical to run and
2) has enough room for the children, my paintings, the shopping, etc, and
3) will fit in the garage
then I have been happy.
My husband is car crazy. Although I can’t distinguish between and a Vauxhall and a Lotus, I do like the thrill of driving. So recently we decided to sell my sensible family saloon and buy an unsensible, extravagant and hopelessly cute little Mazda MX5. He’s wanted one ever since they first rolled off the production line.
It may be someone else’s old car, but it is new to us and factor number two aside, ought to be a pile of fun!