This blog is about our latest mode of transport, a Car. It is a French Citroen C4 Grande Picasso VTR7+, it has a 1.6 Turbo Diesel engine producing 110 BHP. Its a big car (MPV) for a smallish engine surprisingly its not at all sluggish. The car model VTR7 stands for the interior and exterior spec, the 7 being for 7 seater, although the rear two seats are really child seats. It comes with Air conditioning and Cruise control as standard. The strangest feature of it is the LACK of a Handbrake!!!!, its fully Automatic.When you come to a stop hold the brake pedal down for 3 seconds and the Hand (parking) brake is automatically applied, coming off on pressing the Accelerator (Gas) pedal. For traffic hill starts, when you come to a stop the vehicle will not roll for 3 seconds to give you time to take your foot off the brake then onto the Accelerator pedal, odd to get used to.
Below Sue with the Car on the Car park, taken from Shaldon overlooking Teignmouth.
The same again.
It was just 2F in this car park today, thats very cold for a sunny Winters day here in South Devon.
Below, No i'm not really that tall !!!!. At the time Sue took this picture i had just stood up on the sill to see a fishing boat enter Teignmouth harbour.
Back to normal size now.
Its a very tall car, around 6ft 2" to the roof bars, Sue has to really stretch to get up into it, One of the features that we like is the huge boot, with all the seats folded down (into the floor) it becomes a Van, so it should be able to fit all the fishing and Camping gear in.
Below, finally a peep into the driving area,
The Brochure tells us that in mixed town and motorway journeys, Fuel consumption should be around 49 to 52 MPG which if thats the case we will be happy,I will let you know in a few thousand miles.
So before the Joke, I would like to wish anyone that reads this a very happy Christmas and a happy and prosperous 2010.
Joke of the day.
There have to be some Oirishmen who are not tarred with the same brush. This would appear to be one of the best
An Oirish Story.
An Irishman goes to the Doctor with botty problems....
'Dactor, it's me ahrse. I'd loik ya ta teyhk a look, if ya woot'.
So the doctor gets him to drop his pants and takes a look.
'Incredible'he says, 'there is a £20 note lodged up here.'
Tentatively he eases the twenty out of the man's bottom, and then a £10 pound note appears.
'This is amazing!'exclaims the Doctor. ''What do you want me to do?'
'Well fur gadness sake teyhk it out, man! 'shrieks the patient.
The doctor pulls out the tenner and another twenty appears, and another and another and another, etc.....
Finally the last note comes out and no more appear.
'Ah Dactor, tank ya koindly, dat's moch batter. Just out of interest, how moch was in dare den?'
The Doctor counts the pile of cash and says '£1,990 exactly.'
'Ah, dat'd be roit then,'' says the Irishman
'I knew I wasn't feeling two grand..'