30 March 2008

"Parking tickets are your responsibility, sir..."

I've been given a Fiat Bravo as my courtesy car. I've never driven any type of Fiat before, but it seems a decent car after a couple of drives.

A couple of initial teething problems; firstly, unlike Ford cars, you need the ignition key to lock your petrol cap in place on the Bravo. This is fine, except because I am a) useless, and b) all fingers and thumbs, I couldn't lock the bloody thing up after putting a week's worth of unleaded in the tank. I placed the cap precariously in the slot, shut the fuel door and drove the short distance home from the garage before the queue of drivers waiting to use the petrol pump became too long.

I got home, parked in the driveway and tried it again. No luck. Just couldn't twist the key at the right moment with the cap in the right slot at presumably the right time of day with the planets aligned in the right way. It was Friday teatime, and the milkman was wandering around collecting his money for the week. With a grin on his face, he sorted the petrol cap for me (though he struggled initially too).

The other problem involves the heating. All the buttons which turn the temperature up, or down, or switch on the aircon, or the eco-heating, or the fan, bear symbols which I simply do not recognise. Fortunately I have yet to freeze or fry in the car and hopefully by the time such a day comes, I'll have got round to reading the manual.

Still, the radio's good. And my car should be ready in a fortnight.

2 comments:

Steve said...

Sounds like your courtesy car isn't quite as courteous as it could be!

Callum said...

Designed by craftsmen. Built by robots. Driven by Italians.