J'y vais plus au Givet, yipee or should that be youpi. For the past three months I have risked life and limb careering around in a company Clio trying to be on time for a lesson in Givet. I finshed up in Charleville at 3pm and has this lesson at 4pm. Seeing as it takes 1 1/4 hours to get there it was never going to be possible. "But we can't keep the client waiting" says my boss. So I took the mad 45° turns with very little care for my own safety and with the 50€ I earn per lesson keeping my foot firmly on the acerlerator.
The problem was the Clio - combined with the ridicuous Amalfi Coast type roads. I don't like Clios. You take you life into your own hands just trying to get round the dashboard, hunting for example, for the windscreen wipers which are hidden behind the radio controls which are behind the steering wheel. How interesting, volume is more important that vision. How French.
'The French' (sweeping statement, I know, but I get it all the time. I suppose that should stop me, nevermind) are a bit funny about cars, that's funny peculiar. Example, Frenchman to his femme: "where did I put the keys for the 406." Englishman to his wife: " where did I put the car keys." Have you got it? The model, be it a Twingo or a Porsche, is what counts. I have no idea what the deep rooted pyscological reasons for . It's just like that.
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