Starlet Fever

Bought me out in a rash it did...

I took the Subaru in for it's service and repair this morning. 15 miles through country lanes, sun shining, not a cloud in the sky.

I get to Twyford, looking forward to driving the Subaru Forrester courtesy car they promised me, and guess what? They didn't have one. I ended up with a poxy little Toyota Starlet and if that's not enough it's a 1 litre automatic. 1 f'ing litre f'ing automatic. Grrr.

I hate it, it's horrible. 0-60 in 14 months, has the handling characteristics of a lilo, body-rejecting seats (as opposed to body-hugging - you know, the ones that curve in all the wrong places and try to throw you out at the first sniff of a bend in the road), crap radio, 2 pissy speakers, cheap tacky trim, wind-down windows, not enough room to chuck a bike in the boot and, as Brom man said the other day, there's a pedal missing.

This is embarrasing, it's just not me, this car. Whatever will the neighbours think? Probably reckon I've gone soft or something... "Oooh, you bought a sensible car" No I didn't, it's crap and it's going back - the sooner the better.

Roll on Tuesday afternoon, I want my 4x4 turbo back.